One morning, four fr
iends set off on a Very Long Walk.
They walked up rocks.
They walked in the clouds.
They walked across a crater.
They walked up a mountain.
They stood at the top.
They looked at the view.
They slid down the mountain.
They walked across snow.
They walked downhill. They walked through the grass.
They walked through a forest.
They stopped walking.
Seven-and-a-half hours. One thousand eight hundred metres up, and then down. Seventeen kilometres end to end.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Tongariro Crossing. Check.
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