A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
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Thursday, February 14, 2002
As promised, here's episode 2 of JRR Reid's latest epic, "Bush = Bad", based around his real life experiences on Mounts Cloudsley and Enys.
With defiance born of obstinance they plunged into the tangled
growth and were received in prickly embrace. before they knew it
their path of entry closed behind them, though in truth it was only
much later that they thought despairingly of returning the way they
had come. Their goal lay upwards, about 20 metres or so. A short
distance. By the light of their insipid torch small hints of openings
though the bush appeared. Some were real, others tricks cast by
shadows. Even the real openings tormented them - tiny spaces
less densely criss-crossed with branches than the surrounding
thicket - the spaces would appear before them in the direction they
wished to go, but would inevitably steer them away, forcing them to
traverse along the slope instead of up it. Worst of all though were
the spines. Every manner of thorn and spine existed in this thicket -
long tearing spines, small rasping thorns, spines that broke off the
branch to embed themselves into their flesh. Spiny bushes, spiny
weeds and thorn fringed vines. Every step was paid for in pain. To
progress they pushed each other forward, using each other as
battering rams, beating and stomping the bushes, but each slip
sent them backwards again and the thicket would close in again
before them. Then it began to rain................................. 6:55 am
