Hazel Phillips’ first-hand account of backcountry adventuring in Aotearoa ‘solo’ will inspire you to pull your big girl panties on, as well as tramping boots, and get exploring – though I must admit I devoured her book Solo – a thoroughly riveting read – in two and a half days from the comfort of a hammock.
And I was truly sorry when it ended. I could have kept walking, in my mind at least, with Hazel all