After a deabacle filled day at araps, 2 mates decided to run to mitre rock to get some excercise and I would pick em up on the way to the pub. Whilst giving them a head start I chuffed down a few pipes then set off. They weren't there. So I headed back to camp. Not there. Drove back, still not there. So drove to Nati, thinking they may have started heading in. No sign. Drove back, thinking I may have missed em due to my tenuous grasp of reality. Not there. And not back at camp eaither. Drove real slow into Nati thinking they mustv'e started heading in by now, but no sign. Hoping they'd be in the pub, I was to be disappointed too. Resigned to being a victim of some unfathomable wierdness, I had a schnitty and a few beers, expecting them to rock in at any moment. But alas no. So eventually drove back to camp, feeling very unstable about what was going on in the world around me. My joy at finding them both huddled together in their tent (it was winter and all their clothes were in my car) was shortlived due to their wrath.
Turns out I got mitre rock confused with dec crag... |