Despite my less than friendly attitude towards them at the start, I’m sad having to say goodbye to the other team as we split off to take on our individual treks. Up until this point it’s been a nice bit of sightseeing with the occasional ‘walk’ thrown in along with some steep stairs, but over the next few days our challenges are going to ramp up a gear and I can’t help but wonder how they’re all going to get on. I’m sure Gillian and Betsy will master anything thrown their way, that Sammi and Claire will be talking non-stop and the kids will find some time to actually talk to their mum away from their devices, but at the same time I would’ve loved to be with them cheering them on. I’m sure the rest of the group will do that. All except Derek who will probably be too busy puffing on a cigarette to get any words out. He’s a funny one, as while everyone has got on with mingling and getting to know each other he really has kept himself to himself. He’s hung to the back of the group every time we’re out together. Although maybe that’ll be me when I’m in my sixties. I was reluctant to be with others before arriving here but I also know that society dictates that antisocial behaviour leaves you looking like a dick, so I did put myself out there and got to know the other people in the group – something I’ve actually really enjoyed doing. If, however, I didn’t care what people thought of me I would definitely be more Derek. I can’t help but wonder how he’s going to handle the next few days and whether the team will see a different side of him.

They’re still loading their rucksacks and daypacks into their minibus when we pull away from the hotel, so we frantically wave before settling back into our seats. I look down at my trekking get-up. It’s definitely a case of all the gear and no idea. I basically bought everything that was on the kit list, even the optional stuff. My walking boots feel clunky on my feet and, although I know I should’ve walked them in properly beforehand, they feel surprisingly comfy. Just huge when compared to the flimsy flipflops I’ve been wearing. I opted for my gym leggings over hiking trousers because I reasoned that if I can manage an hour spin class in them without any chafing or rubbing, then they’re probably going to be good for a bit of walking. The one bit of kit that does give me joy is the bright orange bomber jacket, which I’m thankful for right now as the air is fresh at this hour.