Other than the unsettling nights, hiking along beaches and through forests is kind of peaceful. You can hear two girls in front singing, two girls behind getting to know each other better, and you're staring up at a green canopy, or down at your footprints in the sand, with company but at the same time without. It's a little perfect.
And when there's an uphill that sends your calf muscles burning all you can do is look at the feet in front of you, and it becomes a methodical left right left right until you're at the top eating a muesli bar.
To be honest, I feel like I ate more than I lost throughout this two day hiking endeavour. Multiple servings of carb abundant pasta at night, tubs of Nutella on Salada crackers, and I ate all this under the illusion that hours of hiking with somewhat heavy packs would balance it out. I came home to find that no matter how much "exercise" I do, what I eat is what I am. I still felt sick.
The third morning was pleasant. We stayed at this campsite where a whole bunch of different people who apparently camp for fun were staying. As I was walking to the communal bathrooms in the morning everyone I passed said good morning, and if they didn't I would say it to them. One man was very interested in where we were hiking, and I had to awkwardly rack my brain for names of lunch spots and destinations. There was an old couple in a caravan beside us, and the man was writing a little shopping list on his foldable table. I guess camping would be somewhat fun if I could deal with the hard ground and dirt everywhere.
Sitting on your pack and staring at a beautiful view in front of you when you know you'll be back on the bus within the hour is a happy feeling. I reckon I would enjoy exploring these places if camping and not showering weren't involved.
I'm going to have to go on another one.