The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time. - Jack LondonUnfortunately, after dreaming at the stars for too long, i’d mistakenly ignored The Howling Sea and wind, and upon returning to my campsite tired and ready for bed, discovered I no longer had a tent. Strange feeling. Was someone playing a trick on me? Weird joke to play on a tired fellah… I scoured the beach (cursing myself) for 20 minutes before finding her bedraggled, torn to shreds and soaking wet - with all my sleeping stuff and clothes inside. She lay in the rocky foreshore at least 300m away, sandblasted and being pounded by a large and building swell. After getting some help to move the bloody thing, I piled her with rocks to counter the wind. Luckily I’d made a couple of friends who really helped me out – Nick, Aaron, Mike and Aloe. Mike even gave me his amazing furry onesie and a boardbag to sleep in for the night. Why did Mike have a furry onesie on a 30km hike? Don’t ask me. But thanks a lot mate, it was incredible… In the morning I did my best to fix her with some duct tape (flying-pig decorated duct tape no less) that Michelle had given me. I think there were about 30-40 tears in it, some about 30cm long. She’s still holding up though. I’m gonna see how long I can make her last. Love that tent. In the last 4.5 months I’ve probably camped about 120 or more of the nights – the other 15 or so spent at gracious friend’s homes. I reckon she’ll make it to South America.