My noble stead, Black Stallion, broke down in Fox Glacier on Sunday, so I’ve been marooned ever since. He should be back on the road tomorrow night. Fox Glacier is tiny and if it weren’t a tourist town, I’m sure the locals would be starting to wonder about the weirdo with the dirty jeans and orange touque wandering between town and campsite. Raised eyebrows, stroking their chins thinkin’, “Must be lost.”