The Final Border
I moved toward Kirra with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
Border days always changed the feel of the crossing.
Kirra was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
My first encounter with Coolangatta locals was at a Sunday market.
Yes, that night we slept in Queensland and just a handful of days away from our arrival in Brisbane!
Having already switched to a lighter schedule and later starts, I can honestly say this is the most difficult “taper” I had to date.
By the end of the walking, I had banked another 32.1 kilometres, and the accumulated total sat at 5468.7 kilometres.
It was one of those days where the map changed, but the work stayed wonderfully plain: keep walking, keep eating, keep listening, keep going.
Images From The Day
