Bushes, all brown and prickly like the ones you see at the beach, cover the mountain we are climbing. I see the towering pine trees sway in the cool breeze.
Cameramen are taking photos of the other mountains. Dirt and gravel rolls under people's shoes. Big, dull-grey rocks laid scattered around the mountain.
Lake Tekapo goes on and on like a never ending road surrounded by Mountains with snow all over them.
Here is me on a big rock by lake Tekapo.