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+======The Sydney Bushwalker.======
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-A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476, G.P.0 Sydney, N.S.W. 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 p m. at the Wireless Institute Building, 14 Atchison Street, St. Leonards. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Mrs. Marcia Shappert telephone 30.2028.
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476, G.P.0 Sydney, N.S.W. 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 p.m. at the Wireless Institute Building, 14 Atchison Street, St. Leonards. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Mrs. Marcia Shappert telephone 30.2028.
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-Editor: Neville Page, 14 Brucedale Ave. Epping. Tel. 86.3739
+|**Editor**|Neville Page, 14 Brucedale Ave. Epping. Tel. 86.3739.|
-Business Manager: Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford. Tel. 871.1207
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford. Tel. 871.1207.|
-Typist: Kath Brown Duplicator Operator: Owen Marks
+|**Typist**|Kath Brown.|
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+|**Duplicator Operator**|Owen Marks.|
-APRIL 1976_
-Editerial
+====April 1976.====
-The Adventures of Owen Obituary
-The Annual General Meeting
+=====Contents.=====
-The Sou' West of the Sou' West Mountain Equipment Ad Walking in Zululand Werong February 1976 Alp Sports Rd
-Reunion '76
+| | |Page|
-Paddy's Ad
+|Editorial| | 2|
-Walks Notes
+|The Adventures of Owen|Owen Marks| 3|
-Observer's Notebook
+|Obituary| | 8|
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+|The Annual General Meeting|Jim Brown| 9|
-Owen Marks 3.
+|The Sou' West of the Sou' West|Frank Rigby|11|
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+|Walking in Zululand|Patrick McBride|14|
-Jim Brown 9.
+|Werong - February 1976|Jim Brown|17|
-Frank Rigby 11,
+|Reunion '76|Puffing Billy|19|
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+|Walks Notes| |24|
-Patrick McBride14, Jim Brown 17.
+|Observer's Notebook| |25|
-. Puffing Billy 19.
-.
+=====Advertisements.=====
-.
-.
+| |Page|
-Page 2 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April 1976
+|Mountain Equipment|13|
-HOW NATURAL NATURE?
+|Alp Sports|18|
-Earlier this month is was my good fortune to visit Japan, a country which is uastly different in background, culture and attitude to our own. Whilst dining one evening inaTokyo restaurant I commented to my host what a sweet juicy melon it was I was eating. My host's reply was "Ah yes, that is a very special melon. When the vine is young, the farmer picks out the best flower and cuts all the others off, thus all the goodness of the vine is concentrated into that one piece of fruit." After pondering this somewhat, I realised that it is quite in keeping with normal Japanese habit, and any attempt to grow as many melons as possible on the one
+|Paddy's|23|
-vine (perhaps our approach) would be quite alien. The ancient art of Bonsai adopts a similar approach. An object of beauty
-is created, with the help of Nature, but using disfigurement
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-as a tool. In Japan the azalea and camelia bushes are stripped of their flower buds except for a few of the very best, thus ensuring that those flowers which do bloom are exquisite specimend. Those beautiful Japanese garoens we imagine, and see pictures of, are carefully tended, pruned and manicured to give an impression of Nature and of naturalness. We ourselves cultivate rose bushes which have to be regularly pruned to give the best display, and bowling green flat lawns which demand constant and neverending attention to ensure the exclusion of extraneous vegetation. Is this Nature? It's not plastic, so it must be Nature! But is it natural, that is the question. It also struck me in Japan that the people in general have tremendous environmental awareness. Almost any subject under discussion will sooner or later touch on environmental issues. Further thought made me conclude that this is what one would expect from a population of 110 million people, crowded onto a small group of islands, and dependant on their processing industries for survival.J-urthermore, it made me realise that we in Australia, as conservationists and environmentalists, have a much easier task than our Japanese counterparts. The
-natural environment (at least in part) still exists for
+=====Editorial.=====
-us, on our doorstop. We need only to ensure its perpetuation, not effect its recreation. Let us make sure it stays that way.
-**********
+===How Natural Nature?===
-Lately you may have came across that blas6 bushwalking bore who has conqUered puny Peruvian peaks; or else has walked 14 days in waist deep mud in Tasmania and has the turn of mind to rave about it. Let me tell you how I conquered the Himalayas and achieved my life's ambition; Annapurna was my destination. Apart from Everest, it was the only mountain I'd ever heard of apart from Rum Doodle, and accompanied by two assistants and two porters, we,all set out from Pokhara in western Nepal and headed north towards China.
-But first I shall tell you about my preparations here in Sydney. It was very simple, I was outfitted by the St.Vincent de Paul second-hand shop at Newtown. Woollen evening pants with a shiny satin stripe (my two offsiders Helen Gray and Frank Tadker bought the same), some lovely boots that were comfy with two pairs of sox and an old windjacket that had no buttons. From my extensive wardrobe at home I took a woollen tummy band, a balaclava and my yellow long pants that have been a constant companion over the years; yes, the same ones that have been with me iii the Snowy Mountains, on top of Adams Peak in Ceylon, filtered my drinking water in Central Lombok, but they are not the ones that I have worn to the Opera House. 'Those ski-ing pants that I wore to-Joan Sutherland's "Lucia" were Iv black 6nes. Where was I? Oh yes, equipment. I also took 23 shirts and 13 pairs of u/pants and singlets; a sleeping bag and a folding umbrella, You may well ask what does a mountaineer want with an umbrella. A simple answer will dispel those questions, It was there to fill up a hole in my rucksack. It was my ploy. The umbrella was full of holes and was broken anyway. My theory was to trick the would be thieves that abound in airports; rucksacks being open go. I would always pack the gear so that-3 inches of umbrella would always be poking out, and if anything was going to be stolen it would be that. It was never touched nor was anything else. Finally I took a packet of spros as my first-aid equipment*
+Earlier this month is was my good fortune to visit Japan, a country which is uastly different in background, culture and attitude to our own. Whilst dining one evening in a Tokyo restaurant I commented to my host what a sweet juicy melon it was I was eating. My host's reply was "Ah yes, that is a very special melon. When the vine is young, the farmer picks out the best flower and cuts all the others off, thus all the goodness of the vine is concentrated into that one piece of fruit." After pondering this somewhat, I realised that it is quite in keeping with normal Japanese habit, and any attempt to grow as many melons as possible on the one vine (perhaps our approach) would be quite alien. The ancient art of Bonsai adopts a similar approach. An object of beauty is created, with the help of Nature, but using disfigurement as a tool. In Japan the azalea and camelia bushes are stripped of their flower buds except for a few of the very best, thus ensuring that those flowers which do bloom are exquisite specimens. Those beautiful Japanese gardens we imagine, and see pictures of, are carefully tended, pruned and manicured to give an impression of Nature and of naturalness. We ourselves cultivate rose bushes which have to be regularly pruned to give the best display, and bowling green flat lawns which demand constant and never-ending attention to ensure the exclusion of extraneous vegetation. Is this Nature? It's not plastic, so it must be Nature! But is it natural, that is the question. It also struck me in Japan that the people in general have tremendous environmental awareness. Almost any subject under discussion will sooner or later touch on environmental issues. Further thought made me conclude that this is what one would expect from a population of 110 million people, crowded onto a small group of islands, and dependant on their processing industries for survival. Furthermore, it made me realise that we in Australia, as conservationists and environmentalists, have a much easier task than our Japanese counterparts. The natural environment (at least in part) still exists for us, on our doorstop. We need only to ensure its perpetuation, not effect its recreation. Let us make sure it stays that way.
-Having not walked for 6 months and being physically unfit I decided to meet Frank and Helen in Darjeeling (they were fiddling in Burma whilst I was burning in Bangladesh). Walking around the bazaars in Darjeeling and visiting friends at Kalimpong on the Sikkim border and seeing the Tibetan Refugee Camp near the West Bengal/Nepalese border was the only training I.had. It was more than enough. From these Observations you, the reader, can see that there is no need for months of training; no need for special clothes. If you could-speak Nepali or Tibetan it may help you at times, otherwise Hindi is quite sufficient. I had no trouble, although Frank was useless as you all can imagine and Helen could only speak Indonesian.
-Back to our trip. With our walk permits all valid, we arrived at Pokhara late in the afternoon and commenced to walk due north until we
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-April, 1976.
-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
+=====The Adventures Of Owen.=====
-Page 3
-)
+By Owen Marks.
-by Owen Marks,
-Page 4. 5YD14.711Y BUSIIVILLICER April, 3_976.
+Lately you may have came across that blase bushwalking bore who has conquered puny Peruvian peaks; or else has walked 14 days in waist deep mud in Tasmania and has the turn of mind to rave about it. Let me tell you how I conquered the Himalayas and achieved my life's ambition; Annapurna was my destination. Apart from Everest, it was the only mountain I'd ever heard of apart from Rum Doodle, and accompanied by two assistants and two porters, we all set out from Pokhara in western Nepal and headed north towards China.
-could find porters. Through the town - no porters; Pass e& the outer suburbs to the famous Shining Hospital; still no porters. Away up the valley could be seen the Tibetan Refugee Camp in the evening gloom. 25 minutes to go and I had a terrific headache, so much so I had to lay down when I reached the funny "hotel" and left the hiring of the porters to Helen and Frank. A big mistake. Was I cranky later on in the trip. The porters were to receive $1 a day PLUS food, We were informed that porters supply their own food. And were they gigantic eaters; once they consuEed 16 rupees over lunch and dinner between them. I -kept recalling a movie of China made in the late 305; the warlord's wife wouldn't feed her porters because "They will eat all our taeney up and they were forced under the point of a gun to march until they. dropped. Where was I? Ah yes, ,New Years Eve at our crazy hotel. Our room was in the middle of the road. Don't call me a liar. Ask Helen or Frank. It is true. The house as there long beforo the road and t:le 15ft wide road had a corner of the bu1dire. askew plonk in the middle of it.
-I was snoiing around 8 pr all three of us in the same room. At dawn of)ened-the windoa and leS (LCS8 what was in view. Macchupuchare (The Fishtail). I awoke my offsidefs and called Here is my New Years pre-entInJ glos_leuss mountafn ;yet ouse route and destination lay further behind it and we were awaiting cur porters for an early start. Breakfast was ordered for 7.30 and were surp:rf.,sed to find our porters were expecting breakfast-te. To sheme them i:st/o ea:;ing much, we ate very sparingly.
+But first I shall tell you about my preparations here in Sydney. It was very simple, I was outfitted by the St. Vincent de Paul second-hand shop at Newtown. Woollen evening pants with a shiny satin stripe (my two offsiders Helen Gray and Frank Taeker bought the same), some lovely boots that were comfy with two pairs of sox and an old windjacket that had no buttons. From my extensive wardrobe at home I took a woollen tummy band, a balaclava and my yellow long pants that have been a constant companion over the years; yes, the same ones that have been with me in the Snowy Mountains, on top of Adams Peak in Ceylon, filtered my drinking water in Central Lombok, but they are not the ones that I have worn to the Opera House. Those ski-ing pants that I wore to Joan Sutherland's "Lucia" were the black ones. Where was I? Oh yes, equipment. I also took 23 shirts and 13 pairs of u/pants and singlets; a sleeping bag and a folding umbrella. You may well ask what does a mountaineer want with an umbrella. A simple answer will dispel those questions. It was there to fill up a hole in my rucksack. It was my ploy. The umbrella was full of holes and was broken anyway. My theory was to trick the would be thieves that abound in airports; rucksacks being open go. I would always pack the gear so that 3 inches of umbrella would always be poking out, and if anything was going to be stolen it would be that. It was never touched nor was anything else. Finally I took a packet of Aspros as my first-aid equipment.
-Back in civilization we all toad to sa:G ice mueh anyway.
-Our potter-S 1-,ere very odd. -Beth T ':otaa. The eldest had two cotton shirts and. a pair of jeans; the youngest had 3 pairs of pants on and 4 shirtS. , parkas, no ba:Is2clavo29 no sox either, or gloves. The eldest had lice. The younger spoke 'inglish. Of course they were not really
+Having not walked for 6 months and being physically unfit I decided to meet Frank and Helen in Darjeeling (they were fiddling in Burma whilst I was burning in Bangladesh). Walking around the bazaars in Darjeeling and visiting friends at Kalimpong on the Sikkim border and seeing the Tibetan Refugee Camp near the West Bengal/Nepalese border was the only training I had. It was more than enough. From these observations you, the reader, can see that there is no need for months of training; no need for special clothes. If you could speak Nepali or Tibetan it may help you at times, otherwise Hindi is quite sufficient. I had no trouble, although Frank was useless as you all can imagine and Helen could only speak Indonesian.
-porters at all It seeras they had nothing to do and were just filling in time.
-Ass journe-T
+Back to our trip. With our walk permits all valid, we arrived at Pokhara late in the afternoon and commenced to walk due north until we could find porters. Through the town - no porters! Passed the outer suburbs to the famous Shining Hospital; still no porters. Away up the valley could be seen the Tibetan Refugee Camp in the evening gloom. 25 minutes to go and I had a terrific headache, so much so I had to lay down when I reached the funny "hotel" and left the hiring of the porters to Helen and Frank. A big mistake. Was I cranky later on in the trip. The porters were to receive $1 a day PLUS food, We were informed that porters supply their own food. And were they gigantic eaters; once they consumed 16 rupees over lunch and dinner between them. I kept recalling a movie of China made in the late 30s; the warlord's wife wouldn't feed her porters because "They will eat all our money up" and they were forced under the point of a gun to march until they dropped. Where was I? Ah yes, New Years Eve at our crazy hotel. Our room was in the middle of the road. Don't call me a liar. Ask Helen or Frank. It is true. The house was there long before the road and the 15ft wide road had a corner of the building askew plonk in the middle of it.
-Set out along this wide valley with snow peaks an one side and
-waltzed from tea shop ie isa shop. A, straw hat with a kettle boiling and the inevitable Tibetan lady t,z..e d the *basket of mandarins At the bottom of a cliff the path ebopied es a few huts and then the stePs commenced.. (Only a few thousand feet to lunch.) What sights there are; puny porters carrying baskets with holes in the back. Sick people are carried and
+I was snoring around 8 p.m. all three of us in the same room. At dawn opened the window and lo! Guess what was in view. Macchupuchare (The Fishtail). I awoke my offsiders and called "Here is my New Years present!" A glorious mountain, yet our route and destination lay further behind it and we were awaiting our porters for an early start. Breakfast was ordered for 7.30 and were surprised to find our porters were expecting breakfast too. To shame them into not eating much, we ate very sparingly. Back in civilization we all tend to eat too muc anyway.
-face backwards. The yeee:g pertess 1:-:ber,,Illy'jum--) from step to step and the person being carried is jogged beyohd-belie::, Still it is better than walking and. I though2G what a good idea. , Quito reasonable, from
-memory it was 32 rupees a day ($2). .:-..t the top of the hill was a village
+Our porters were very odd. Both Tibetan. The eldest had two cotton shirts and a pair of jeans; the youngest had 3 pairs of pants on and 4 shirts. No parkas, no balaclavas, no sox either, or gloves. The eldest had lice. The younger spoke English. Of course they were not really porters at all. It seems they had nothing to do and were just filling in time.
-where *0 had lunch. It was ne-rly always amlette and tea. The shops had quite a remarkable lot of goods for sale. We would have no trouble in buying spray to drive away bed. bugs.
-We wouna along a ridge always up, passing fields of what seems to be mustard seed or digitalis. 'Frank tried to lift a loa& that a Tibetan gent had. just taken off .20 gallons of kerosene and a sewing machine heaa. Impossible to move. Mule traThs with lobs of dull bells around
+===Our Journey.===
-their necks wind their 'rvay all inc tim,- They have red plumes aid exotictails wound with red liveol. The trade: is always interesting.
-Page 5 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April 1976
+Set out along this wide valley with snow peaks an one side and waltzed from tea shop to tea shop. A straw hat with a kettle boiling and the inevitable Tibetan lady and the basket of mandarins. At the bottom of a cliff the path stopped at a few huts and then the steps commenced. (Only a few thousand feet to lunch.) What sights there are; puny porters carrying baskets with holes in the back. Sick people are carried and face backwards. The young porters literally jump from step to step and the person being carried is jogged beyond belief. Still it is better than walking and I thought what a good idea. Quite reasonable, from memory it was 32 rupees a day ($2). At the top of the hill was a village where we had lunch. It was nearly always omlette and tea. The shops had quite a remarkable lot of goods for sale. We would have no trouble in buying spray to drive away bed bugs.
-Page 6 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976,
-Man in nice ui- carrying valises going from nowhere to nowhere; Nepali women in their colourful aprons carrying roofing slates that weigh 50 ibs; kids going to schbol (I wonder how Aussie youngsters would like climbing' 3000 ft of a-morning and returning at night - I saw this myself later at Gandrung, whilst recevering from hallucinatory experiences in the Dreaded Rhododendron Forest). Actually this is the-main road to Tibet, rice goes northwards and salt goes south. Passes a,vilIage here and there, but
+We wound along a ridge always up, passing fields of what seems to be mustard seed or digitalis. Frank tried to lift a load that a Tibetan gent had just taken off. 20 gallons of kerosene and a sewing machine head. Impossible to move. Mule trains with lobs of dull bells around their necks wind their way all the time. They have red plumes and exotic tails wound with red wool. The track is always interesting.
-. mainly rice terraces all dry at the moment, this area has no water.
-That evening we arrived at a village called Chandrakot a collection of lodges all called Annapurna. Let me stop and I will in all modesty describe an overnight in a Tibetan inn. On the ground floor is a table
+Men in nice suits carrying valises going from nowhere to nowhere; Nepali women in their colourful aprons carrying roofing slates that weigh 50 ibs; kids going to school (I wonder how Aussie youngsters would like climbing 3000 ft of a morning and returning at night - I saw this myself later at Gandrung, whilst recevering from hallucinatory experiences in the Dreaded Rhododendron Forest). Actually this is the main road to Tibet, rice goes northwards and salt goes south. Passes a vilIage here and there, but mainly rice terraces all dry at the moment, this area has no water.
-, and. benches, with a kitchen attached. Rugs are always rolled up and yoU
-, can grab, one and plonk down, which our porters did. The aristocracy slipt
+That evening we arrived at a village called Chandrakot a collection of lodges all called Annapurna. Let me stop and I will in all modesty describe an overnight in a Tibetan inn. On the ground floor is a table and benches, with a kitchen attached. Rugs are always rolled up and you can grab one and plonk down, which our porters did. The aristocracy slept upstairs. The first floor is nothing but beds and blankets with a miniature window that is always closed. It is also the storeroom. Bags of dried corn cobs, rice, potatoes, etc., with bottles of rice wine, kero against the walls near the ladders. No stairs, I forgot to mention. There is no charge for accommodation. Dinner is always rice and a sprinkling of vegies, breakfast is fried egg (poached is cheaper - no oil, see!) with chappatis. There is never any washing facilities or any toilets of any description. You go anywhere. Seven rupees per person will cover all expenses bar wine. Seven rupees = 42c. Which is not too bad. Add lunch and say 8 cups of tea and the whole day will come to less than $1 Aust.
-, upstairs. The first floor is nothing but beds and blankets with a .
-miniature window that is always closed. It is also the storeroom., s Ba
+Here in Chandralot we came across a wide variety of walkers. Kiwis, Yanks, French and a weird Japanese family. The two-year old baby was carried by his own porter and had a sunshade. The proud parents were dripping with movie cameras and tape recorded the songs of passing locals. They gave us peanut butter sandwiches. The father was one of a group that a few years ago parachuted onto Everest and skiied down it.
-of dried corn cobs, rice, potatoes, etc., with bottles of rice wine,,ker, against the walls near the ladders. No stairs-, I forgot to mention'
+That morning from the front fence was a view of Annapurna 1 (or was it 2 or 3). Climbing down to the valley below, its snowy peak was always visible between the trees. I reached the swinging bridge and found the porters who said that they had no permits to go further, and so they said they would climb around the police checkpoint, I was to tell the police I had no porters. Then they vanished up a hill. Panic. Will they run off with all our gear. I rush back to find my assistants, calmly drinking tea. I went berserk. I had been waiting 30 minutes and Frank and Helen couldn't have cared less. A foreboding of things to come. (Little did I think that in less than 4 days, a mutiny would occur in our party.) I persuaded them to rush through the village and chase our absconding, thieving, always hungry porters. We finally found them sitting in the sun, acting casual.
-There is no-charge for accommodation. Dinner is always rice and a sprink... ling of vegies, breakfast is fried egg (poached is cheaper - no oil, see)
-, with chapipatis. There is never any washing facilities or any toilets (:)' any description. You go anywhere. Seven rupees per person will cover all expenses bar wine. Seven rupees = 4200 Which is not too bad. Add lunch and say 8 cups of tea and the whole day will 00MG to less than $1 Aust.
+Thackeray if he was writing this episode would have noticed the sheer 1000 ft cliffs covered in moss and vines, described in detail how the filtered sunshine sparkled in the limpid pools, have mentioned the contrasts between the harsh natural marble river bed and the light airy faerie nothingness of the ferns and Daphne bushes that surround you on all sides. He would have described with loving detail how the hot sun sent its shiny shafts into the gloomy Rhododendron forests, of how every limb was covered in moss, with hairs 5" long and giving that 'Merlin will apear any minute' feeling. As it was all I saw were the faces of our porters. They hadn't nicked off after all. With relief we walked on to a swinging bridge where we were going to stop at a nearby hamlet for lunch. Seated at an inn were three New Zealanders that we had passed here and there; they shouted "We've eaten the only egg in the village". Consternation. Our porters laughed and said that there will be another egg in the next one. Right they were.
-ere in Chandral:ot we came across a wide variety of walkers. Kiwis, Yanks, French and a weird Japanese family. The two-year old baby was carried by his own porter and had a sunshade. The proud parents were dripp4.ng with movie cameras and tape recorded the songs of passing locals. They gave us peanut butter sandwiches. The father was one of a group that a few years ago parachuted onto Everest and skiied down it.
-That morning. from the front fence was a view of Annapurna I (or was it 2 or 3). Climbing down to the valley below, its snowy peak was always visible between the trees. I reached the swinging bridge and found the porters who said that they had no permits to go further, and so they said they would climb around the police checkpoint, I was to tell the police 1 had-no porters. Then they vanished up a hill. Panic. Will they rUn off with all OUT gear, T rush back to find my assistants, calmly drinking tea, I went berserk. I had been waiting 30-minutes and Frank and Helen couldn't have oaredless. A foreboding of things to come. (Little did I think that in less than 4 days, a mutiny would occur in our party.) 1
+I never mentioned the episode of serenading a Tibetan family of porters. Helen and I came across Mother-Father-Son all resting their awe-inspiring loads. I said "Let's sing them a song". Helen answered "That would be absolutely fantasmagorical. What will we sing?" says I, "How about 'Down By The Station Early In The Morning'?" When we finished (we gave them actions as well) they sat stoney-faced, immobile, neither blinking nor smiling nor anything. Had they turned into stone? "Let's give them 'Baa Baa Black Sheep'" I said. We hadn't finished when the New Zealanders arrived too and they joined in this famous Australasian Hymn. When we all finished we bowed and stood our ground. It seems we were all invisible. Never in the history of mankind could such a thing occur again, unless you sing another group of songs to more Tibetan porters.
-persuaded them to rush through the village and chase our absconding, . thieving, always hungry porters. We finally found them sitting in the sun, acting casual.
- Thadk-6ray if he was writing this episode mould have noticed the sheer 1000 ft cliffs covered in moss and vines, described in detail how the filtered sunshine sparkled in the limpid pools, have mentioned the contrasts between the harsh natural marble river bed and the light airy faerie nothingness of the ferns and. Daphne bushes that surround you on all sides. He would have described with loving detail how the hot sun sent its shiny shafts into the gloomy Rhododendron forests, of how every limb was covered
+Back to our lunch spot. The porters pointed up in the air and said that is where we'll stay for the night. Up in the clouds perched on a cliff was Helle. Only 3000 ft up all those stairs. Horse trains passed us coming down as did a young chap carrying a dead body strapped onto a basket on his back. Climbing became so hot I decided to take my yellow pants off and walk in my underpants. (My singlet came down to my knees.) The local maidens always giggled when they saw me and they made vulgar signs with their index finger assuming I had nothing on underneath. I would stop still, and then when they were silent and still, I would whip up my singlet. Screams of laughter would echo in the valleys. It became my standard trick.
-Page 7 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976.
-in moss,with hairs 5" long and giving that 'Merlin will apear any minute' feeling. As it was all I saw were the faces of our porters. They hadn't nicked off after all. With relief we walked on to a swinging bridge where we were going to stop at a nearby hamlet for lunch. Seated at an inn were three New Zealanders that we had passed here and there; they shouted "We've eaten the only egg in the village". Consternation. Our porters laughed and said that there will be another egg in the next one. Right they were.
+Helle was a 5 house village and I bought a tin of condensed milk in a pokey shop. Saw some Coca Cola too. Next morning we were to climb to 10,000 ft through dark forests, so we went to bed early, about 8. Next morn we climbed up and up; such Rhododendrons (as big as 300 year old oaks) but only in bud. For lunch that day a-rare treat. The porters were amazed when we had a spoonful of condensed milk, each spoonful carefully placed in each palm of the hand.
-I never mentioned the episode of serenading a Tibetan family of porters.- -Holen and I came across Mother-Father-Son all resting their awe-inspiring loads. I said "Let's sing them a song". Helen answered "That would be absolutely fantasmagorical. What will we sing?" says I, "How about 'Down By The Station Early In The Morningt?" When we finished (we gave them actions as well) they sat stoney-faced, immobile, neither blinking nor smiling nor anything. Had they turned into stone? "Let's give them 'Baa Baa Black Sheep" I said. We hadn't finished when the New Zealanders arrived too and they joined in this famous Australasian Hymn. When we all finished we bowed and stood our ground. It seems we were all invisible. Never in the history of mankind could such a thing occur again, unless you sing another group of songs to more Tibetan porters.
-Back to our lunch spot. The porters pointed up in the air and said that is where we'll stay for the night. Up in the clouds perched on a cliff was Hello.- Only 3000 ft up all those stairs. Horse trains passed us coming down as did a young chap carrying a dead body strapped onto a basket on his back. Climbing became so hot I decided to take my yellow pants off c,,nd walk in my underpants. (bly singlet came down to my knees.) The local maidens always gizgled when they saw me and they made vulgar signs with their index finger assuming I had nothing on underneath. I would stop still, and then when they were silent and still, I would whip up my singlet. Screams of laughter would echo in the valleys, It became my standard trick.
+Up and up and the porters and my two offsiders were far ahead when I decided to have a short lay down in the sun underneath some pink rhododendrons. I was attacked by hallucinations. Vivid dreams yet I was awake. Too weird to write down. I got a trifle worried and decided to catch the party up. Helen was drinking tea and Frank was looking at monkeys. I told them what had happened and we all laughed.
-Hello was a 5 house village and I bought a tin ofcondensed milk in a pokey shop. Saw some Coca Cola too. Next morning we were to climb to 10,000 ft through dark forests, so we went to bed earl, about 8. Next morn we climbed up and up; such Rhododendrons (as big as 300 year
-old oaks) but only in bud. For lunch that day a-rare treat. The porters were amazed when we had a spoonful of condensed milk, each spoonful carefully placed in each palm of the hand.
+Up on the horizon was the mountain pass of Gorepanne (Horses Water) and we arrived at 4 p.m. We dumped our baggage in a most fabulous inn, and zoomed up another 500 ft to the top of the pass and a hill to the left. This view is the best we saw. The entire western Himalayas with Dalaghiri at the centre. To our right was Annapurna 1, 2, 3 and behind us was Macchupuchare.
-Up and up and the porters and my two offsiders were far ahead when
-I decided to have a short lay down in the sun underneath some pink rhododendrons. I was attacked. by hallucinations. Vivid dreams yet I was awake. Too weird to write down. I got a trifle worried and decided to catch the party up. Helen was drinking tea and Frank was looking at monkeys. I told them what had happened and we all laughed.
+(Owen's story continues next month!)
-Up on-the horizon was the mountain pass of Gorepanne (Horses Water) and we arrived at 4 p m, We dumped our baggage in a most fabulous inn, and zoomed up another 500 ft to the top of the pass and a hill to the left. This view is the best we saw. The entire western Himalayas with Dalaghiri at the centre. To our right was Annapurna 1, 2, 3 and behind us was Macchupuchare. ****)(40(** (Owen's story continues next months)
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-OBITUARY
+=====Obituary.=====
 It is with the deepest regret that we record the passing away on 13th. April, 1976, of
-JACK DESERT.
+**Jack Debert**, aged 76 years.
-aged 76 years.
-Jack was a Foundation Member of the Sydney Bush Walkers and contributed significantly to its formation and growth. He held the office of Club President in 1928/29 and was a member of the Editorial Committee in 1936 as well as carrying out many other functions. He will be sadly missed by all those who knew him.
+Jack was a Foundation Member of the Sydney Bush Walkers and contributed significantly to its formation and growth. He held the office of Club President in 1928/29 and was a member of the Editorial Committee in 1936 as well as carrying out many other functions.
-Page 9 THE SY-LIMY BUSHWALKER Apri 1,, 1976
-THE ANNUAL GENERAL MUTING.
+He will be sadly missed by all those who knew him.
+----
+=====The Annual General Meeting.====
 by Jim Brown.
-The Annual General Meeting of '76 could. be coupted a highly successful affair; although attendance was not high starting at about 45 and. building up to something like 60 at its peak there was a surpising amount of competition for the offices, including even two candidates for the Treasurer's task, and an agreeable goodhumoured approach to any questions that arose.
-First, two new members were welcomed Bill Blackburn and John Fox and we heard the February Minutes, with no questions arising. Correspondence contained the usual bulletins and magazines, a letter recording the payment by the Electricity Commission of $150 for the damage caused
+The Annual General Meeting of '76 could be counted a highly successful affair; although attendance was not high starting at about 45 and building up to something like 60 at its peak there was a surpising amount of competition for the offices, including even two candidates for the Treasurer's task, and an agreeable good-humoured approach to any questions that arose.
-at Coolana by the easement for a transmission line, and the notice of rates by Shoalhaven Council on the property, which also amounts to about $150 and will be settled in quarterly instalments. A further item related to an amendment to the Myall Lakes National Park and to this Alex Colley, Conservation Secretary, indicated he had prepared a reply saying the proposal represents quite a pleasing improvement, as it means most of the lake foreshores will be reserved as parkland and there will be a strip of rural lana which may not be developed bordering the Park. However, the Club considers (Alex continued) that the whole of the area should be reserved and embodied in the Park. The Club affirmed its support of this
-answer.
+First, two new members were welcomed Bill Blackburn and John Fox - and we heard the February Minutes, with no questions arising. Correspondence contained the usual bulletins and magazines, a letter recording the payment by the Electricity Commission of $150 for the damage caused at Coolana by the easement for a transmission line, and the notice of rates by Shoalhaven Council on the property, which also amounts to about $150 and will be settled in quarterly instalments. A further item related to an amendment to the Myall Lakes National Park and to this Alex Colley, Conservation Secretary, indicated he had prepared a reply saying the proposal represents quite a pleasing improvement, as it means most of the lake foreshores will be reserved as parkland and there will be a strip of rural land which may not be developed bordering the Park. However, the Club considers (Alex continued) that the whole of the area should be reserved and embodied in the Park. The Club affirmed its support of this answer.
-Next the special Annual Meeting affairs with the Annual Report and thn. the Financial Statement being taken as read and adopted without quibble. Standing orders were suspended to allow election of officers to go on concurrently with other normal business, the s:stem of voting was agreed (first past the post), and Craig,Shappert, Peter Miller and Peter Soandrett undertook to be scrutineers. A question was raised about the admissibility of proxy votes and after thought the President ruled that, as we had net recognised them before and there had not been any prior arrangements made, they could not be accepted.
-The voting, which then got under way7 went on in quite an animated fashion, with two or more people offering themselves for most pf the posts. The results were given in the March magazine.
+Next the special Annual Meeting affairs with the Annual Report and then the Financial Statement being taken as read and adopted without quibble. Standing orders were suspended to allow election of officers to go on concurrently with other normal business, the system of voting was agreed (first past the post), and Craig Shappert, Peter Miller and Peter Scandrett undertook to be scrutineers. A question was raised about the admissibility of proxy votes and after thought the President ruled that, as we had not recognised them before and there had not been any prior arrangements made, they could not be accepted.
-In intervals between electing officials, we learned that the ready cash in oui' account at bnd of February stood at $11897 and then launched into a recital of walks activities which was interrupted on several occasions to proceed with voting.
-The report commenced with Jim Vatiliotis' trip (inherited from John Redfern) into the Splendour Rock area on 13-15th February: 13 rolled up, including 11 prospectives and all went as programmed. Over the same weekend a trip to be led by David Rostron into the Kowmung Gorge area was scrubbed off because of the abundance of water, but the two day walks went as scheduled. An account of your reporter's descent on a nudist colony at Werong (in company with 25 walkers) appeared last month and the
+The voting, which then got under way, went on in quite an animated fashion, with two or more people offering themselves for most pf the posts. The results were given in the March magazine.
-Page 1O THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976e
-jointly led trip by Elaine Brown and Len Newland in Kangaroo Creek found trails overgrown, but the walking quite pleasant.
+In intervals between electing officials, we learned that the ready cash in our account at bnd of February stood at $1189, and then launched into a recital of walks activities which was interrupted on several occasions to proceed with voting.
-Over the weekend 20-22nd February Oliver Crawford took a trip into the Bungonia territory. Evidently the way down was in a rather precipitous creek and as the Shoalhaven was not reached till late Saturday afternoon, the trip was curtailed te return via Mt. Ayre. Down in the valley -below Blackheath, Jeff Bridger led an energetic day walk in wettish conditions, with 8 starters 2 emerging from the valley about 5 p m., there was still a moderate trudge through continuing rain back to Govetts Leap lookout where the cars had been left. The other day walk was conducted by Roy-Braithwaite, with 8 or 9 people. -There were intermittent showers and the return was short-circuited to avoid over-indulging the leech population in the Palm Jungle.
-For the final weekend of February, Alastair Battye had a team down in the Wolgan Valley, looking for the southern leg of a pass which goes over the divide into the Capertee. The ascent to the plateau was quite successful, but as the weather broke down and since the Capertee Pass was already known, the party returned to Newnes. Bill Burke's party to the Shoalhaven numbered 5-fr (there as an 8-year-old along). Bill reported
+The report commenced with Jim Vatiliotis' trip (inherited from John Redfern) into the Splendour Rock area on 13-15th February: 13 rolled up, including 11 prospectives and all went as programmed. Over the same weekend a trip to be led by David Rostron into the Kowmung Gorge area was scrubbed off because of the abundance of water, but the two day walks went as scheduled. An account of your reporter's descent on a nudist colony at Werong (in company with 25 walkers) appeared last month and the jointly led trip by Elaine Brown and Len Newland in Kangaroo Creek found trails overgrown, but the walking quite pleasant.
-the trip "gets better every year", there was a lot of water flowing through the boulders of Bungonia Gorge, and the 8-year-ola pushing through the scrub in Barber's Creek,said there 'was no time to cry".
-Of Margaret Reid's trip to Rocky Ponds on 29th February, Marcia Shappert reported 30 present, pleasant weather, and said it was her first walk in about 4 years. On to the final weekend reported, when Roy Higginbotham's Christy's Creek trip was scrubbed because of diabolical weather in the preceding aeek, and David Rostron's programmed jaunt suffered the same fate, At Coolana George Gray had a working bee, which advanced hut construction Quite a way a fortnight before another working bee had laid in the water supply line. Finally Kath Brown's day walk to Burning Palms had 1$' people, and the jaunt went as planned, with lush wet weather growth everywhere around
+Over the weekend 20-22nd February Oliver Crawford took a trip into the Bungonia territory. Evidently the way down was in a rather precipitous creek and as the Shoalhaven was not reached till late Saturday afternoon, the trip was curtailed to return via Mt. Ayre. Down in the valley below Blackheath, Jeff Bridger led an energetic day walk in wettish conditions, with 8 starters: emerging from the valley about 5 p.m., there was still a moderate trudge through continuing rain back to Govetts Leap lookout where the cars had been left. The other day walk was conducted by Roy Braithwaite, with 8 or 9 people. There were intermittent showers and the return was short-circuited to avoid over-indulging the leech population in the Palm Jungle.
-Arising from the Federation report (included in the March issue) Dot Butler suggested some funds may be available from the Paddy Pallin Foundation to-assist -production of a "de luxe" magazine to celebrate the Club's 50th birthday in 1977 As an alternative Kath Brown wondered if same funds would be available for the acquisition of more gear suitable for beginners at the walking game as part of the Club's equipment hire service.
-The only topic which really brought earnest debate was the fixing of the Club's annual subscription and entrance fee. Retiring Treasurer Frank Roberts, pointed to a fairly heavy excess of expenditure over incamo-on magazine production, and since this could be expected to inflate with higher postagos, proposed that sUbscriptions rise by $1.50. Other speakers came in, both for and against, Kath Brown suggested it was scarcely fair to treat the magazine as a separate item, since the Club's circulars and walks programmes went out with it. Bill Burke mentioned
+For the final weekend of February, Alastair Battye had a team down in the Wolgan Valley, looking for the southern leg of a pass which goes over the divide into the Capertee. The ascent to the plateau was quite successful, but as the weather broke down and since the Capertee Pass was already known, the party returned to Newnes. Bill Burke's party to the Shoalhaven numbered 5 1/2 (there was an 8-year-old along). Bill reported the trip "gets better every year", there was a lot of water flowing through the boulders of Bungonia Gorge, and the 8-year-old, pushing through the scrub in Barber's Creek, said there "was no time to cry".
-Page 11 THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER April, 1976.
-that more than a year's supply of covers were already printed and the cost would be stable therefore. So long as we covered expenditure, it should be enough. He agreed that the price for magazine subscription alone (for bon-active members or other subscribers) should rise to a more realistic figure. Neville Page, the Editor, felt an increase was justified with the small profit in, the past year and Marcia Shappert said $1.50 represented 3 cents per week. After Owen Marks had spoken of "Auditors and Treasurers -always going-berserk about subscription increases", Dot Butler proposed an amendment - an increase of $1.00 and this was accepted by mover and seconder and replaced the original motion.
+Of Margaret Reid's trip to Rocky Ponds on 29th February, Marcia Shappert reported 30 present, pleasant weather, and said it was her first walk in about 4 years. On to the final weekend reported, when Roy Higginbotham's Christy's Creek trip was scrubbed because of diabolical weather in the preceding week, and David Rostron's programmed jaunt suffered the same fate. At Coolana George Gray had a working bee, which advanced hut construction quite a way: a fortnight before another working bee had laid in the water supply line. Finally Kath Brown's day walk to Burning Palms had 19 people, and the jaunt went as planned, with lush wet weather growth everywhere around.
-.Gladys Roberts now put up a second -amendment - an increase of 50 cents only, and the mover this time did not rise to the bait. After further talking in which Alastair Battye wondered if the incoming Treasurer had experience in "deficit budgeting", the second amendment was lost, and the motion as originally amended was carried. ThUs subscriptions become - Single full member $8.50, married couple $10.50, students $5.00 and magazine subscriptions (alone) $4.00.
-Spiro Hajinakitas had a constitutional amendment, and it was carried without dissentient, once it was made known that it merely brought the majority required to amend the pattern test walks to the same proportion, as any other amendment to the Constitution, namely 3/5th of those voting.
+Arising from the Federation report (included in the March issue) Dot Butler suggested some funds may be available from the Paddy Pallin Foundation to assist production of a "de luxe" magazine to celebrate the Club's 50th birthday in 1977. As an alternative Kath Brown wondered if same funds would be available for the acquisition of more gear suitable for beginners at the walking game as part of the Club's equipment hire service.
-We haa almost got to the announcements and advertisements section, when Peter Miller moved (and it was oarried-with acclamation) that we carry a vote of thanks to the retiring Committee. Having said it once - only to have another question raised briefly afterwards - the retiring President, Barry Wallace, tapped the Bone tenderly on the table and
-said in the time-honoured phrase "Let us Re-unen. It was just on 10.25 p m.
+The only topic which really brought earnest debate was the fixing of the Club's annual subscription and entrance fee. Retiring Treasurer Frank Roberts, pointed to a fairly heavy excess of expenditure over income on magazine production, and since this could be expected to inflate with higher postages, proposed that subscriptions rise by $1.50. Other speakers came in, both for and against, Kath Brown suggested it was scarcely fair to treat the magazine as a separate item, since the Club's circulars and walks programmes went out with it. Bill Burke mentioned that more than a year's supply of covers were already printed and the cost would be stable therefore. So long as we covered expenditure, it should be enough. He agreed that the price for magazine subscription alone (for non-active members or other subscribers) should rise to a more realistic figure. Neville Page, the Editor, felt an increase was justified with the small profit in, the past year and Marcia Shappert said $1.50 represented 3 cents per week. After Owen Marks had spoken of "Auditors and Treasurers always going berserk about subscription increases", Dot Butler proposed an amendment - an increase of $1.00 and this was accepted by mover and seconder and replaced the original motion.
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-THE SOW-WEST OF THE SOU '-EST. PART I
+Gladys Roberts now put up a second amendment - an increase of 50 cents only, and the mover this time did not rise to the bait. After further talking in which Alastair Battye wondered if the incoming Treasurer had experience in "deficit budgeting", the second amendment was lost, and the motion as originally amended was carried. Thus subscriptions become - Single full member $8.50, married couple $10.50, students $5.00 and magazine subscriptions (alone) $4.00.
-IT Frank Rigby.
+Spiro Hajinakitas had a constitutional amendment, and it was carried without dissentient, once it was made known that it merely brought the majority required to amend the pattern test walks to the same proportion as any other amendment to the Constitution, namely 3/5th of those voting.
+We had almost got to the announcements and advertisements section, when Peter Miller moved (and it was carried with acclamation) that we carry a vote of thanks to the retiring Committee. Having said it once - only to have another question raised briefly afterwards - the retiring President, Barry Wallace, tapped the Bone tenderly on the table and said in the time-honoured phrase "Let us Re-unen". It was just on 10.25 p m.
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+=====The Sou'-West Of The Sou'-East - Part 1.=====
+by Frank Rigby.
 One sunny day in 1971 I stood on top of the New Harbour Range which encloses the western side of Tasmania's Cox Bight. The view along the south coast towards South-West Cape was, I recall, exciting - a succession of blue bays, white beaches and rocky headlands, with the mountains rising beyond. Impressions of wild beauty and utter remoteness stayed with me for five years, until I could resist the invitation no longer.
-Christmas Eve, 1975 breakfast at home in Canberra, out of the big jet at Hobart Airport, straight into a tiny plane and a cut lunch on the beach at Cox Bight for Joan-and. me. The physical transition from ordered Canberra to the Tasmanian wilderness is too rapid for the mental adjustment -.hat comes more slowly. A cold southerly is whipping into the Bight and scudding clouds with the menace of rain give us a typical Tassie welcome but it does not reallY matter, because the weather clothes the South-West landscape with that incomparable atmosphere that seems to belong so well. And anyway, we have twelve days ahead of us to do our thing.
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+Christmas Eve, 1975; breakfast at home in Canberra, out of the big jet at Hobart Airport, straight into a tiny plane and a cut lunch on the beach at Cox Bight for Joan and. me. The physical transition from ordered Canberra to the Tasmanian wilderness is too rapid for the mental adjustment that comes more slowly. A cold southerly is whipping into the Bight and scudding clouds with the menace of rain give us a typical Tassie welcome but it does not reallY matter, because the weather clothes the South-West landscape with that incomparable atmosphere that seems to belong so well. And anyway, we have twelve days ahead of us to do our thing.
-Sleep soundly to the lullaby of a roaring surf and a new day is early upon us. Strangely, the overcast dissolves into a blue vault in the space of thirty- minutes and our world is born anew; sunlight glitters everywhere, bouncing-baok from water, sand and quartzite peak, and it feels really great to be alive. It happens to be Christmas Day back in,the turmoil of civilisation but here it is nothing more than Day 2 for us. Indeed, the rest of mankind and its institutions might have suddenly ceased to exist for we have five kilometers of beach to ourselves; there is only simplicity,
-peace and. beauty and I begin to wonder if we ourselves are unwelcome intruders, who perhaps should not have entered this place.
+Sleep soundly to the lullaby of a roaring surf and a new day is early upon us. Strangely, the overcast dissolves into a blue vault in the space of thirty minutes and our world is born anew; sunlight glitters everywhere, bouncing back from water, sand and quartzite peak, and it feels really great to be alive. It happens to be Christmas Day back in the turmoil of civilisation but here it is nothing more than Day 2 for us. Indeed, the rest of mankind and its institutions might have suddenly ceased to exist for we have five kilometers of beach to ourselves; there is only simplicity, peace and beauty and I begin to wonder if we ourselves are unwelcome intruders, who perhaps should not have entered this place.
-Day 3 begins all hustle and bustle, and we are away with 38 pounds on our backs, a mild shock on a morning with the promise of heat to come. On the route to "Melaleuoa" te meet a couple doing the South Coast Track, our last human contact for nine days. Below Half Woody Hill (haw aptly named) we forsake the beaten track for unfamiliar territory. The first test comes quickly at the crossing of Melaleuoa Greek where it takes halfan-hour to thrash a way through a hundred yards of sera! But that's Tasmania, though fortunately not all over. Plod over the button grass in the growing heat to the foot of Melaleuca Range, where we shelter in a few square feet of shade for lunbh and watch a leech take ten minutes to traverse four feet of Tasmania to get at me; nice to know there's something slower than ourselves in this Country. Then it is sweat and toil up the shadeless spur of the range; in the whole blue dame there is not even a wisp of cloud and the radiation is intense - is this really Tassie or have we made a terrible mistakb somewhere? But there's no doubt about the tremendous landscape opening up around us as we climb. Gaze in awe at that saw-tooth slAyline to the) north and that great finger thrusting above all else further over to the east, for the Western Arthurs and Federation Peak are sunbaking today. On top of the range at last and, wepick up the staked route to Window Pane Bay. Downhill now and d;7.30 p m. we collapse onto a small but pleasant campsite, carved out of the forest concealing Window Pane Creek. It is a little bit of heaven after a long and tiring day.
-It is well into Day 4 before we -20 atop the South-West Cape Range and having our first glimpse of the west coast. It is strikingly-beautiful; to the north Port Davey,and its offshore islands, below us Window Pane Bay like a big blue jewel. The curving stretch of its beach is dissected by the Cola-colourbd channel of Window Pane Creek and behind is the green forest, through which the Hobart Walking Club has mercifully out a trnak. We cannot wait to get down; and awaiting us where the creek meets the beach is quite the prettiest coast campsite I have known.
+Day 3 begins all hustle and bustle, and we are away with 38 pounds on our backs, a mild shock on a morning with the promise of heat to come. On the route to "Melaleuca" we meet a couple doing the South Coast Track, our last human contact for nine days. Below Half Woody Hill (how aptly named) we forsake the beaten track for unfamiliar territory. The first test comes quickly at the crossing of Melaleuca Creek where it takes half-an-hour to thrash a way through a hundred yards of scrub! But that's Tasmania, though fortunately not all over. Plod over the button grass in the growing heat to the foot of Melaleuca Range, where we shelter in a few square feet of shade for lunch and watch a leech take ten minutes to traverse four feet of Tasmania to get at me; nice to know there's something slower than ourselves in this country. Then it is sweat and toil up the shadeless spur of the range; in the whole blue dome there is not even a wisp of cloud and the radiation is intense - is this really Tassie or have we made a terrible mistake somewhere? But there's no doubt about the tremendous landscape opening up around us as we climb. Gaze in awe at that saw-tooth skyline to the north and that great finger thrusting above all else further over to the east, for the Western Arthurs and Federation Peak are sunbaking today. On top of the range at last and we pick up the staked route to Window Pane Bay. Downhill now and  at 7.30 p.m. we collapse onto a small but pleasant campsite, carved out of the forest concealing Window Pane Creek. It is a little bit of heaven after a long and tiring day.
-. It is not hard to be a lotus-eater in such a place, so we stay put the next day too, the fourth in a row full of golden sunshine. At 9 p m. a flattened fireball of a sun quenches itself in the southern ocean and an hour later it is dark enough to go to bed - one must not waste the 15recibus hours of darkness for theyare indeed brief. Window Pane Bay is unique but we must get on with the walk.
-Day 6 is planned for early up-and-doing, a day to ride the crest of of the South-West Cape Range, the route to the Cape itself. If only
+It is well into Day 4 before we are atop the South-West Cape Range and having our first glimpse of the west coast. It is strikingly beautiful; to the north Port Davey and its offshore islands, below us Window Pane Bay like a big blue jewel. The curving stretch of its beach is dissected by the Cola-colourbd channel of Window Pane Creek and behind is the green forest, through which the Hobart Walking Club has mercifully cut a trnck. We cannot wait to get down; and awaiting us where the creek meets the beach is quite the prettiest coast campsite I have known.
-the weather will holds
-(TO BE CONTINUED)
+It is not hard to be a lotus-eater in such a place, so we stay put the next day too, the fourth in a row full of golden sunshine. At 9 p.m. a flattened fireball of a sun quenches itself in the southern ocean and an hour later it is dark enough to go to bed - one must not waste the precious hours of darkness for they are indeed brief. Window Pane Bay is unique but we must get on with the walk.
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+Day 6 is planned for early up-and-doing, a day to ride the crest of the South-West Cape Range, the route to the Cape itself. If only the weather will hold!
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+(To be continued)
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--4
 Last December I spent two fascinating and very enjoyable weeks in South Africa and Rhodesia, most of it not relevant to bushwalking, so I am going to restrict this article to the part that is the three days I spent on foot in the Umfolozi Nature Reserve. This reserve is just under 50,000 hectares in area, about half the size of the Blue Mountains National Park, and is situated in-Zululand, in the north-east of the Republic. Approximately one-third is open to visitors and criss-crossed with roads along which they may drive and view the game; the rest is kept as a
 wilderness area and visitors are only allowed entry on a twice-weekly "Wilderness Trail" which lasts three days.