Another bushwalk, another gun emplacement from World War Two. A fair sized group of us met up and commuted casually down to Taurama Barracks. This walk always starts off with a nasty climb high up along a spur and reaches its dizzying heights up above Pari Village.
The views were spectacular from on high, but the hot bright sun and the continual climbing took its toll and a few bushwalkers had splintered off the back of the group and subsequently were reluctantly escorted back to the vehicles and back to the start. Those that remained continued on along the undulating ridge line with each small hill and the everpresent hot february sun baking down on all.
The final destination of the Malaoro Markets were starting to look a long way off and an executive decision was made to get the remaining bushwalkers off the hill and out of the sun. And then it became a mad scramble down the rocky hill, around a few gardens and straight through the middle of the settlement all the while listening to the fire and brimstone sermon by the Church crew in the bottom of the valley. Pity there were no bagpipes or choral singing...
