When I lived in New Zealand, I was a poor student again. I had enough funds for about 18 months but had to potentially make it last three years. So entertainment needed to have one particular quality. It had to be free...or I could stop eating.
I was deep in study and chose to go to the office at least 6 days a week. Sunday was the only day I would have to myself. I couldn't go do anyt that might cost me money. So the incredible natural beauty of New Zealand became a primary target. It often involved an hour or so of walking into the bush (bush being not a single small tree or a family of presidents but the word we use for the wilderness).
On this day, it was about an hour in and an hour out. It was cold but steamy and hard going. So you were cold on the outside but sweating like someone left a tap running inside my jacket. Once I found my target, the sweat turned from hot to cold almost instantaneousl. This was not the warmest photo shoot I've ever had. Unlike many of my trips into the bush I didn't for a change slide down a mountain, stab myself in the ankle, fall into the waterfall permanently damaging my shoulder, get hit by kangaroos or any other event that had befallen me in the past. I just got hot and sweaty then cold and sweaty. Like many of those other trips got to spend some time at an amazingl beautiful place.