Waking up in the Trek tent on the morning of day two felt like waking up in my own home. I was struck with a sense of belonging. I had missed it dearly, and I hadn’t felt so content for such a long, long time. The cherry on top was waking up with my travel and Trek soulmate. The cherry on top of that cherry was realising how my hair and Liz’s hair shared the same wacky arrangement every single time we woke up. In future Mountain Trail entries, you’ll get to see these beautiful displays of follicle fantasia.