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+===== They Continue To Be Weird. =====
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+- Nino Burrntoffa
+Promptly at six o'clock on the Friday night, I was waiting by the map at Central, eying my ridiculously small and light rucsac. No crampons; no rope; no felt-soled shoes; no pitons. Could I really survive a hike in the alps for two days with a mere fifteen kilos on my back? I learned that I could - but the crampons and rope would have helped.
+By a quarter after six I began to fel apprehensive, as no other bearers of rucsacs had converged on my place of waiting. By 6.20 I was distinctly agitated and began searching the whole concourse.
+Ah! There was Digby, hurrying towards the platform. I chased after him. "Digby!" I called, "Wait for me."
+Hurriedly he grasped me by the arm and propelled me past the ticket barrier, along the platform and into a carriage.
+"Whereinhell have you bin?" he asked as we strode down the platform.
+"I?" I enquired, indignant at his tone. "I have been waiting faithfully by the map, as instructed."
+"Well, why didn't you come over with the rest of us?" he enquired as we entered the corridor of the carriage.
+"But there was no-one also there!" I objected.
+"There was a whole mob of us there," he said. "You been on the grog or something?"
+"Digby," I said solemnly, realising that there must be some misunderstanding, "I went to the enquiries man and I said to him: Where is the map? And he pointed to the wall and said: You blind, chum? Digby, I waited by the map, but I swear there was no-ono else."
+"Not THAT map!" he almost shouted. "0-o-oh" he groaned, "never mind. Here - this is where we're holed up."
+I entered the compartment and smiled as Snow waved a cheery greeting. "You made it, Nino. Thought you must've got picked up at the Cross or something."
+Digby introduced me. "This is Nino, fellas. Alpini and all that. The Matterhorn, the Wetterhorn, the Drierhorn, the Gasthof and tons of Jungfrau." There was much laughter, but as I had only understood the words, Matterhorn, Gasthoff and Jungfrau, I was unable to appreciate the humour. "Meet the boys, Nino. Snow you know. This is Mickelflick...Geoff, the wag...Don...Jim Brown...Mike...Colputt...and Dung kahn, the Dalai Llama."
+These who could reach me shook my hand warmly and the others gave a cheery wave. The Dalai Llama lifted the flap of a ridiculous-looking fur hat which obscured half his face and said in a deep voice, "Cor! Das jungfrau ist geluffly, si?" I wondered if he, too, were having difficulty with the language.
---LP.romptly.,,a,t':',0:'..x otclock on the Friday night, I was waiting. by t. he map,..,-',. ,.
-at central, eying my ridiculously snail and light rucsa c. No crampons ;::' ' no .ir opW,:`'  no felt-soled shoos; no pitons. Jould I really survive a hike in the 010:: Or
-two, days with:: a 'more fifteen kilos on my back? I learned that I could ',.. ' ''',tbe
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-','BY-..,.a ejtiarter after six I began to fool approhonsivo, as no oth6r-,:,. beoers of ruCsa4s had converged on my place of waiting. By 6.20 1 was cliStinct
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-Ahl There was Digby, hurrying towards the platform. I chasod,4.. IID4..gby.:111 I- called, "Wait for me 11
-Hufriedly he grasped me by the arm and propelled me past the ticket a long the platform and into a carriage.
-"Whoreinhell have you bin?" ha asked as we strode down the platform,
-"If" I indignant at his tone. "2 have boon waiting faith fully by the map, as instructed."
-"ill, why didn't you come over with the rest of us? ho enquired we ;entered the Corridor of the carriage.
-"But there was no-one also therein I objected.
-.  -.Inhere, was a whole mob of us there, n he said "You been on the grog or  soteth,:tng?"
-II:40*y! I said solemnly, realising that there must be some misunder standing* "1,A4ent to the enquiries man and I said to Ural, Where is the tap? ./ And he.-POinek to the wall and said You blind, chum? Digby, I waited', by the
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-map, ,10Ut  I sw6rc there was no-ono else. I'
-"Not. :THAT map I II he almost shout o d  ."0-o-oh" he groaned, "never Mind. Here! this ' is i:Whero wet re holed up."
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-trod the compartment and smiled as Snow waved a cheery greeting. "You' ma q.,,.',?..t1Tlino. Thought you must've got picked up at the Gross or sothethi
-idby :introduced me. "This is Nino, follas. Alpini and all that.-
-The Ma't t a rhern 2 the Watt erhorn 2 the Drierhorn 2 the Gast hof and tons of Jungfrau. Ili There. was much laughter, but as I had only understood the words, Matterhorn, --- Gast hoff, 'a end ' Jungfrau st I was unable to appreciate at c t he humour. "Meet t4e boys ,
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-Nino. ',. -,Siiow you knew. This is 4tekoVick...Geoff_ 2 the wag......Don...jiii. proi,irf.7,e'
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-These who could reach., ma --shook. ,V, hand , warmly and the others :ga..ve a cheery Wave; The Dalai Llama, liftedithe- flaiD..:Of p::: it:O.ei. ridiculous-looking fur
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-it gelutftY-, ,,si..? Il I wondered if  ho, too,   , more having difficulty with the  langUage. - " - --''
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 Soon I was seated alongside Digby who, like a good leader, began to question me as to whether I had brought everything necessary.
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 "Got all yor tucker alright, Nino?"
-oruckor?n I raised my eyebrows.
-filer grub. Food."
+"Tucker?" I raised my eyebrows.
-maht but yes. I have enough for throe days, in caso we "Ground Sheet?"
-nYos,"
+"Yer grub. Food."
-are benighted."
+"Oh! but yes. I have enough for three days, in case we are benighted."
+"Ground Sheet?"
+"Yes."
 "Bag?"
-nI havo several bags, Digby .."
-"FLEA ---- I mean, SLEEPING bag "
+"I have several bags, Digby ..."
-"Oh, yowl
-"Snako-bite curo?n
+"FLEA - I mean, SLEEPING bag."
-"My snako-bito cure? No, I did not think to bring a cure for snakes." "No snake-bite cure? Man1 you'll die."
-"You think I am unwise to go into the mountains without a snake-bito cure?"
+"Oh, yes."
-nUnwiso17 Nino, youfll freeze."
-HI will froozo? The snake-bite, it will mako no cold?"
+"Snake-bite cure?"
-"Now, wait a minute, Nino. Lot's put it in basic English. HAVE YOU BROUGHT THE RUB"
-Me rum? Why, yes. I have brought tho rum, as you instructed me. Sixteen ounces in a plastic flask. That will cure the snake bites?"
+"My snake-bite cure? No, I did not think to bring a cure for snakes."
-"Nine ...n Ho was interrupted by a tall, loud-mouthod individual who oponod the compartment doors with a crash and, with a most inane grimace upon his countenance, hollowed: "We-e-111 Didja oversee sucha goonylodkin mob of fosteringslobs? All sot for the big w a. classic, oh?"
-nAh1 The Admiral," chorused a number of voices.
+"No snake-bite cure? Man! you'll die."
-nGumminout abit, arncher?" called Snow. mdho lot you off tho string for the weekend? Or do you haftorbe beck before tomorrow night?"
-nIfll ignore that uncouth thrust," replied the newcomer. fait how about you goons movinup and making a spot of room, oh? Itd string the lot taya from thz yardarm, so help mo n
+"You think I am unwise to go into the mountains without a snake-bite cure?"
-They made room for him and we were introduced by Digby. "Nino - meet tho Admiral. Admiral - moot Nino. Alpini and all that. Tho Mattorhorn, the Wetterhorn, the Driorhorn ..ft
-"And Jungfrausl" intorruptod two or three of the others.
+"Unwise!? Nino, you'll freeze."
-Whorl they began to talk animatodly and somowhat loudly among thorn.
-cave s in their peculiar un-anglish way, I got from my pack the map which I had purchasod and looked for the mountain wo should climb. I soon found Katoomba, and than Mt  Oloudmakor. They soemed much too far apart for a woekondi s hiking. I measttrod off thc distance by the scale in mile e and mont ally converted it to kilos. Perhaps I would appreciate the lightness of my pack after all; in tho Alpini we did not attempt such distances, ovon on
+"I will freeze? The snake-bite, it will make me cold?"
-skis.
-"Digby," I said during a lull in the uproar, "Perhaps you would be so kind as to show inc on tho nap what tho oxpodition will be liko?"
+"Now, wait a minute, Nino. Let's put it in basic English. HAVE YOU BROUGHT THE RUM?"
-"Sure thing, Nino. Wo start off at Katoomba, horo. Have a noggin or two at tho good old A.B.; roadbash out to The Causoway, hare; then a burn along The Neck; hit tho sacks at Glen Raphaol; bit of a bush push on Alto Dog in the morning; spine-bash on the Cox for a while; and then, if wolro Still keen, we'll roar up over Oloudmakor and on to Tho Walls. Oonfidontially, though', The Admiral's up to his whito antics alroady, so we'll probably finish up polishing off the grog on the aox tomorrow and ambling slowly home up Nollio s for a session at t ho A.B.1
+"The rum? Why, yes. I have brought the rum, as you instructed me. Sixteen ounces in a plastic flask. That will cure the snake bites?"
+"Nine ..." He was interrupted by a tall, loud-mouthod individual who opened the compartment doors with a crash and, with a most inane grimace upon his countenance, bellowed: "We-e-11! Didja eversee sucha goonylookin mob o' fosteringslobs? All set for the big w.a. classic, eh?"
+"Ah! The Admiral," chorused a number of voices.
+"Cumminout abit, arncher?" called Snow. "Who let you off the string for the weekend? Or do you hafterbe back before tomorrow night?"
+"I'll ignore that uncouth thrust," replied the newcomer. "But how about you goons movinup and making a spot of room, eh? I'd string the lottaya from the yardarm, so help me."
+They made room for him and we were introduced by Digby. "Nino - meet the Admiral. Admiral - meet Nino. Alpini and all that. The Matterhorn, the Wetterhorn, the Drierhorn..."
+"And Jungfraus!" interrupted two or three of the others.
+When they began to talk animatedly and somewhat loudly among themselves in their peculiar un-English way, I got from my pack the map which I had purchased and looked for the mountain we should climb. I soon found Katoomba, and than Mt. Cloudmaker. They seemed much too far apart for a weekend's hiking. I measured off the distance by the scale in miles and mentally converted it to kilos. Perhaps I would appreciate the lightness of my pack after all; in the Alpini we did not attempt such distances, even on skis.
+"Digby," I said during a lull in the uproar, "Perhaps you would be so kind as to show me on the map what the expedition will be like?"
+"Sure thing, Nino. We start off at Katoomba, here. Have a noggin or two at the good old A.B.; roadbash out to The Causeway, here; then a burn along The Neck; hit the sacks at Glen Raphael; bit of a bush push on White Dog in the morning; spine-bash on the Cox for a while; and then, if we're still keen, we'll roar up over Cloudmaker and on to the Walls. Confidentially, though, The Admiral's up to his white antics already, so we'll probably finish up polishing off the grog on the Cox tomorrow and ambling slowly home up Nollio's for a session at the A.B."
 The others murmured in obvious approval at this last remark.
-nYair, " said Show. Es only a pro spoctivo  Wouldn't wa nttc burnimoff
-' They would not want to burn ma off. I was still pondering this statomort when tho train arrivod at Katoomba and wo gathered on the platform out side the carriage  Wo wore onvoloped in a soupy fog which the dim lights of tho station all but failed to ponotrato. .0
+"Yair, " said Snow. "Es only a prospective.  Wouldn't wan to burnimoff."
-As the rest of us moved toward the exit, the individual called The Admiral was frantically rummaging in his rue sac and calling out, miloyi Wait for me' you lotta goons. Think you're gonna steal a march on me in the race to tho A.B., eh? Ahl hero it is. Thought I'd lost mo ticket and might hafta do a bit of fast talking. Quito outa practice at that since I got hookod."
-Ho coma pounding aftor us. Suddonly wo wore halted by Jim Brown: I say, you follows. Does anyone belong to that pack back thante?m
+They would not want to burn me off. I was still pondering this statement when the train arrived at Katoomba and we gathered on the platform outside the carriage. We were enveloped in a soupy fog which the dim lights of the station all but failed to penetrate.
-E
-WO looked back and indood there was a solitary rue sac on tho platforms
+As the rest of us moved toward the exit, the individual called The Admiral was frantically rummaging in his rucsac and calling out, "Hey! Wait for me, you lotta goons. Think you're gonna steal a march on me in the race to the A.B., eh? Ah! here it is. Thought I'd lost me ticket and might hafta do a bit of fast talking. Quite outa practice at that since I got hookod."
-"Now, there's a man with "Probably got a room booked at tho luxurious white ant classic of all Nino? - hall, no. Hey i Whoro'ssense," said the one callod Colputt. Carrington and intends doing tho most
-time. New, who could it bo? Nick? J.314? Digby?"
+He came pounding after us. Suddenly we were halted by Jim Brown: I say, you fellows. Does anyone belong to that pack back there?"
-A dozen voices babbled at once and the one named Geoff, the wag, was saying, "Now, just what sort of a Charlie is I5ading this trip? Can't even
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+We looked back and indeed there was a solitary rucsac on the platform.
-.
-RUGGED WALKING IN TASMA.NIA
+"Now, there's a man with sense," said the one called Colputt. "Probably got a room booked at the Carrington and intends doing the most luxurious white ant classic of all time. Now, who could it be? Mick? J.B.? Nino? - hell, no. Hey! Where's Digby?"
+A dozen voices babbled at once and the one named Geoff, the wag, was saying, "Now, just what sort of a Charlie is I5ading this trip? Can't even keep with us as far as the A.B. Just how'll he be in the dogs tomorrow when we start to stretch the legs?"
+In the midst of the babel, Digby appeared from the direction of the other end of the platform with a satisfied look on his face; and to a chorus of remarks which, to my ears at least, sounded quite insulting, blandly enquired, "Well, how're we doing, men? All set for a noggin at the good old A.B.? Or d'you reckon we ought to bash on out to the Glen?" The answers were quite expressive - and understandable even by me. We would be knockin' at the A.B.
+I began to wonder if we would ever see this Mount Cloudmaker; but by now I was learning a patience quite foreign to my northern temperament. What if we failed to climb the mountain? At least my vocabulary would be much enriched.
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+===== Rugged Waling In tasmania. =====
 - Heather Joyce
 Many people have asked me to tell them of our trip to Tasmania and of all the difficulties that befell us whilst walking in the roughest country in the world, so let me tell you of some of our more intrepid adventures.
-Leaving Hobart we were farewelled by our friends, who wished us luck and good weather, and for a while everything went well and according to plan. Our transport took us through the suburbs and out to the more interesting surrounding country areas. About 30 miles out of Hobart we stopped for a light, meal and there our troubles started. We found ourselves in what was surely the loneliest part of Tasmania and certainly the quietest and most unfrequented. From our maps we could see which way we should go, but how to get there was the problem; after a brief conference the party split into two groups and moved off separately in an attempt to solve the dilemma.
-It must have been three-quarters of an hour of slow walking with frequent stops for rests before help arrived - a car was approaching i At last our trip up the East Goast was no longer without hitches - hero was an actual bitch.
+Leaving Hobart we were farewelled by our friends, who wished us luck and good weather, and for a while everything went well and according to plan. Our transport took us through the suburbs and out to the more interesting surrounding country areas. About 30 miles out of Hobart we stopped for a light meal and there our troubles started. We found ourselves in what was surely the loneliest part of Tasmania and certainly the quietest and most unfrequented. From our maps we could see which way we should go, but how to get there was the problem; after a brief conference the party split into two groups and moved off separately in an attempt to solve the dilemma.
-Snow and I thumbed frantically and yes, the cars vintage 129 era so older than tho Renault, ground to a stOp for us. Thankfully wo piled in - no great need to worry about pack frames on this  car' s boat horwork - and rested from our strenuous walking. And soon there was the rest of our party still on the track, Mick Peryman standing with an appealing smile on his face, hopefully moving a thumb. I replied, with a somewhat different gesture, but our car driver, good Samaritan that he was, decided there was room for one more. And so there was. Well, almost.
-At the next road junction we got a quick hitch on a dirt lorry for a mile or so, arid then we had a long rest near the top of a range where there was a fallen log in the shade of a tree and a good uphill stretch of road on which to play a game of Hflyil until a festering car came by, scattering our sticks and not even stopping to offer us a lift*
+It must have been three-quarters of an hour of slow walking with frequent stops for rests before help arrived - a car was approaching! At last our trip up the East Coast was no longer without hitches - here was an actual hitch.
-So, once more we had to face reality and get back to Let 240 tell you, it was a tough trip and I've slides to prove it.
-I won't bore you with all the painful details of our tour, but like all Tasmanian walking, it isn't the mileage but the rate that counts, and our pa cc was very slow indeed and in short bursts with long rests between each stretch.
+Snow and I thumbed frantically and yes, the car, vintage '29 era so older than the Renault, ground to a stop for us. Thankfully we piled in - no great need to worry about pack frames on this car's leatherwork - and rested from our strenuous walking. And soon there was the rest of our party still on the track, Mick Peryman standing with an appealing smile on his face, hopefully moving a thumb. I replied, with a somewhat different gesture, but our car driver, good Samaritan that he was, decided there was room for one more. And so there was. Well, almost.
-NOT was our making camp an easy thing to accomplish - Duncan will agree with me here when I say that getting a tent up in Tasmania is a long job involving great skill and patience. So, for example, at Triabunna we had to cunningly pitch our tent behind the only patch of bush in such a manner as to hide it from the oyes of the local constabulary. Or at St. Helens, where we were unable to persuade the camp ranger that wo should spend the night in the Youth Hostel and where that same ligentlemann generously gave us the choice of two adjoining campsites of some twenty foot in this camping area of ? acres. But never mind, the nreservedli notices of other unused campsites made good firewood. Or again at The Basin at Launceston whore we sneaked in the park gates after dark to avoid the ranger.
-.
+At the next road junction we got a quick hitch on a dirt lorry for a mile or so, and then we had a long rest near the top of a range where there was a fallen log in the shade of a tree and a good uphill stretch of road on which to play a game of "fly" until a festering car came by, scattering our sticks and not even stopping to offer us a lift.
-But at last our groat advanture was ended and we saw the great sides of the good ship wTaruna" loom above us. Now our waThing days wore over and. we could end our period of starvation by pestering our table steward for second helpings of eVory course on the menu (after all; for the past five days we had had to exist on meals of fresh fish and crayfish at 2/9 a pound).
-And the fact that we wore almost tossed out of the first class dining room 'of the "Tarunan just because we had no ties or long pants proved how dangerous and rugged can be a walking trip to Tasmania.
+So, once more we had to face reality and get back to __walking__. Let me tell you, it was a tough trip and I've slides to prove it.
-who'd be a walker-
-i was
+I won't bore you with all the painful details of our tour, but like all Tasmanian walking, it isn't the mileage but the rate that counts, and our pace was very slow indeed and in short bursts with long rests between each stretch.
-i was in the bushwalkers once
-they gave me a pack a rucsac
+Nor was our making camp an easy thing to accomplish - Duncan will agree with me here when I say that getting a tent up in Tasmania is a long job involving great skill and patience. So, for example, at Triabunna we had to cunningly pitch our tent behind the only patch of bush in such a manner as to hide it from the eyes of the local constabulary. Or at St. Helens, where we were unable to persuade the camp ranger that we should spend the night in the Youth Hostel and where that same "gentleman" generously gave us the choice of two adjoining campsites of some twenty foot in this camping area of ? acres. But never mind, the "reserved" notices of other unused campsites made good firewood. Or again at The Basin at Launceston where we sneaked in the park gates after dark to avoid the ranger.
-a haversaa
-call it what you will they gave me one
+But at last our great advanture was ended and we saw the great sides of the good ship "Taruna" loom above us. Now our walking days were over and we could end our period of starvation by pestering our table steward for second helpings of every course on the menu (after all, for the past five days we had had to exist on meals of fresh fish and crayfish at 2/9 a pound).
-quite new
-with a frame
+And the fact that we were almost tossed out of the first class dining room of the "Taruna" just because we had no ties or long pants proved how dangerous and rugged can be a walking trip to Tasmania.
-a present from the president
-the old fellows
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-fdalked over 'mountains with theirs
-forded rivers
+===== who'd be a walker =====
-climbed cliffs
-camped at night
+- i was
-and the president said jolly good show chaps
-that was the day i showed a prospective
+i was in the bushwalkers once\\
-how to be
+they gave me a pack\\
-a walker
+a rucsac\\
-i put this pack on his back
+a haversac\\
-we wont on a marathon we came to a cliff
+call it what you will\\
-take a Short cut i said he did
+they gave me one\\
-he fell on his head the
+quite new\\
-president
+with a frame\\
- was
+a present from the president\\
-genuinely
+the old fellows\\
+walked over mountains\\
+with theirs\\
+forded rivers\\
+climbed cliffs\\
+camped at night\\
+and the president said\\
+jolly good show chaps\\
+that was the day i showed a prospective\\
+how to be\\
+a walker\\
+i put this pack on his back\\
+we went on a marathon\\
+we came to a cliff\\
+take a short cut i said\\
+he did\\
+he fell on his head\\
+the\\
+president\\
+was\\
+genuinely\\
 distressed.
-CORRIGENDUM
-In the February lime of our magazine a typographical error occurred
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-on Page 14 where it was stated *Chat 54 of Prospective Members do not become members". This of course should read 56%.
+=== Corrigendum. ===
+In the February issue of our magazine a typographical error occurred on Page 14 where it was stated "that 56 1/2 of Prospective Members do not become members". This of course should read 56%.
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-keep" with us as far as the A.B. Just howill he be in the dogs tomorrow when we start to stretch the legs?"
-In the midst of the babel, Digby appeared from the direction of the other end of the platform with a satisfied look on his face; and to a chorus of remarks which, to my oars at least, sounded quite insulting, blandly enquired,
-how're we doing, men? Al]. sot for a noggin at the good old A.B.? Or d'you reckon we ought to bash on out to the Glen?" The answers were quite expressive - and underst a,ndable even by me. We would be knockini at the A. B.
-I began to wonder if wo would over see this Mount Oloudmaker; but by now I was learning a patience quite foreign to my northern temperament. What if
-we failed to climb the mountain? At least my vocabulary would be much enriched.
 COUNTER MISAISN - Dung Khan
 The page by Brian Harvey "THEY DID NOT mAKE IT" contains a few sensible suggestions swamped in much moralistic nonsense. Brian wags a finger at all whose walking activities do not fit into his own mould. About those who have a taste for material comfort he says, "The true walker has no other weekend vices" and, they are dissuaded by "the discovery that scrub bashing in the harsh sandstone country surrounding Sydney is not a Sunday school picnic with string bag and one cut lunch".