Tormented by the guide book, we took to the trail on the final morning determined to cover the last 18km that separated us from hot chips and beer. A slight miscalculation that heaped all our trail mix in one bag, the absence of a spot for lunch and a bitingly cold wind driving up the pace in a bid to keep warm conspired to cause two hypos, and tarnish what was a beautiful day… Divine intervention came late that night in Hobart, in the form of a pizza delivery man…
