- 3 trillion flies
- 30 kilometres of hiking through scrubby Western Australian bushland
- 18 of about 70 checkpoints found
- 12 hours
- five (!) bush ticks (on me alone, and counting only those that were actually attached to my skin)
- four awesome members of Team See the Gorilla
- two blisters the size of my thumb, one on each heel
- one burnt out bicycle
- innumerable bad puns
Now that’s what I call a good weekend! The Dark Swamp Rogaine was my first experience of this slightly nutty sport that finds you bush-bashing your way to checkpoints you can only find using a good old map and compass. As this little photo montage shows, the flies were numerous and persistent. Example: that’s not a camera anomaly that has caused the black blur over Mike’s face in the first photo; it’s a fly, landing just at that moment on my lens. In the tent last night, when I closed my eyes, at long last, I had these strange visual hallucinations that flies were crisscrossing my vision, crawling, as it were, over my retinae.
And don’t even get me started on the ticks. I hadn’t met two of my teammates until yesterday, but by the end of the day we were all merrily taking a peek down our trousers to make sure no ticks had made their way to the warm, dark places they are reputed to favour!
And yet, and yet - something tells me you’ll find me at the next rogaining event. I’ll be the one with the corks on her hat.