Three Titty-less Twits Tackle the Titiroa Traverse

A terrible tramping tale filled with far too much alliteration.

As reality hit home about the amount of junk that I had collected over the course of the year and the temperamental weather forecasts, post-exam tramping plans were hard to make. Luckily a three day weather window sat between the 12th and the 14th, so we set our sights on a north to south traverse of Mt Titiroa.

Sadly on arrival in Manapouri we had to leave our only pair of tits in the car, leaving us tittyless. Undeterred our troublesome trio tootled down to the wharf to meet the old hand who would ferry us across the river. The plan was that we would walk up and over Mt Titiroa to the North Borland, before walking to Borland lodge, where we would meet back up with Cara-Lisa. The ferryman did not seem too convinced of Logan’s ability, perhaps it was his American accent. After reassuring him that yes, he had indeed been to Fjordlands before, we were allowed to pass across the river. With the first hurdle completed it was time for the march across the marshes to Hope Arm on Manapouri. This section was completed in due haste and soon we were lounging on a beach gorging ourselves on hummus.