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+===== SBW In The Marquesa Islands - Part 4. =====
-Part 4 by Frank Rigby
+by Frank Rigby
 (Part 3 ended when Helen Gray, Barbara Bruce and Joan and Frank Rigby stepped ashore at Hakahau, the main village of the island of Ua Pou.)
 "Does anyone have a plan?" This rhetdrical question had become standard banter whenever a new phase of our holiday was about to begin. As we walked up the village street I could not take my eyes off those incredible spires (to call them "mountains" would be much too mundane) and I wondered, what could we possibly do with them? Certainly the upper parts were unclimbable but could we somehow reach their bases and camp among them; surely that would be an experience! Or would the spires remain nothing more than a spectacular backdrop, to be admired but never touched?
-"That must be Chez Rose Marie", said Joan, pointing to a house with a verandah covered with tables and chairs. Yes, Rose Marie was happy to give us two rooms at 1,500 French Pacific francs (about A$19) per person per day, any meals extra. It was very basic accommodation but everything, except the local bread and fruit, is expensive in French Polynesia. The big kitchen and the back yard were buzzing with activity. Freshly-slaughtered pigs and piles of fish were being disembowelled, dissected and baked by a small army of workers; breadfruit, bananas, coconuts and other tropical edibles lay everywhere. Our hostess explained that she was the caterer for the Mayor's birthday party to be held that very evening and at which three hundred villagers were expected. I regret to say that stray tourists were not invited..
+"That must be Chez Rose Marie", said Joan, pointing to a house with a verandah covered with tables and chairs. Yes, Rose Marie was happy to give us two rooms at 1,500 French Pacific francs (about A$19) per person per day, any meals extra. It was very basic accommodation but everything, except the local bread and fruit, is expensive in French Polynesia. The big kitchen and the back yard were buzzing with activity. Freshly-slaughtered pigs and piles of fish were being disembowelled, dissected and baked by a small army of workers; breadfruit, bananas, coconuts and other tropical edibles lay everywhere. Our hostess explained that she was the caterer for the Mayor's birthday party to be held that very evening and at which three hundred villagers were expected. I regret to say that stray tourists were not invited.
 It was time to look around our new village. We found several stores selling everything from imported canned foods to oil lamps. Yummy ice cream too! Naturally, I found the Snack Bar Vehine, ideal for a cold beer on a hot day. And what's this, a smart boutique of all things, with fancy clothes and fabrics and all sorts of expensive knick-knacks. In one corner we spied casks of Australian wine at, wait for it, the equivalent of $25 each! There must be some well-heeled people around town.
-Impossible to miss was the beautiful church in modern style with its carved doors and the most magnificently carved pulpit I have ever seen. Across the street an old wood-fired oven had given way to a modern electric bakery complete with the latest machines; not bad for the backblocks of the Pacific, I had to admit. PUblic amenities comprised a small hospital, a couple of schools and a secondary college, la Mairie (town hall) de Ua Pou in Polynesian modern, a couple of banks, a post office and a community hall. Brilliant tropical flowers were everywhere and many species of fruit-bearing trees lined the streets. Hakahau was a neat village, perhaps a cut above its counterparts elsewhere in the Marquesas.
-Next morning, after a breakfast of pamplemousse, fresh bread sticks and tea with real
+Impossible to miss was the beautiful church in modern style with its carved doors and the most magnificently carved pulpit I have ever seen. Across the street an old wood-fired oven had given way to a modern electric bakery complete with the latest machines; not bad for the backblocks of the Pacific, I had to admit. Public amenities comprised a small hospital, a couple of schools and a secondary college, la Mairie (town hall) de Ua Pou in Polynesian modern, a couple of banks, a post office and a community hall. Brilliant tropical flowers were everywhere and many species of fruit-bearing trees lined the streets. Hakahau was a neat village, perhaps a cut above its counterparts elsewhere in the Marquesas.
-lime juice we felt we ought to "do something". But not too much, mind you, for after all this was the terrible tropics. Accordingly we took the road south out of town and turned off to the east coast bay of Hakamoui (nearly everything at Ua Pou begins with "Hak") because the open green space, the coconut palms and the white beach looked so inviting. The warm surf was just right for an oldie like me so I indulged myself while the patient photographers tried
- to capture the elusive spires. Now you see one, now you see another, but you never see them all at one time; Ua Pou was obstinately reluctant to yield its secrets.
+Next morning, after a breakfast of pamplemousse, fresh bread sticks and tea with real lime juice we felt we ought to "do something". But not too much, mind you, for after all this was the terrible tropics. Accordingly we took the road south out of town and turned off to the east coast bay of Hakamoui (nearly everything at Ua Pou begins with "Hak") because the open green space, the coconut palms and the white beach looked so inviting. The warm surf was just right for an oldie like me so I indulged myself while the patient photographers tried to capture the elusive spires. Now you see one, now you see another, but you never see them all at one time; Ua Pou was obstinately reluctant to yield its secrets.
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+[ Sketch map of Ua Pou. ]
 One day later and we felt that we ought to "do something big"; after all, we were supposed to be bushwalkers. Sitting in an armchair at home with an uncontoured map it was easy to say that we could walk the road/track around the island in a week. Confronted with the reality the picture seemed decidedly different. Firstly there was the climate and secondly there was us. In retrospect I think we had become "islandised" or "tropicalised", whatever you like to call it. The literature is right; there IS a languor in the South Seas which is contagious. Besides, walking for pleasure is a foreign idea at Ua Pou; for example, the gendarme had told us there were no routes to the spires even though they were a mere four kilometres away! News like that was discouraging. Despite the negatives we decided on a road walk at least to Hakahetau, a village on the north-west side (see map). When on "Aranui" we had observed that the northern end of Ua Pou was devoid of jungle, "le desert" as one Frenchman called it. Well, we could do with a bit of desert for a change. Also, this road would take us up into the hills and, who knows, we might even spy a ridge which could lead us to the spires.
-We set off with full packs, sweating up the zig-zag road out of the village. Now that we.badgained some height, the central block of great peaks looked more impressive than ever. One could interpret the map as showing eight spires but we never ever did see eight all at once. The swirling mists now uncovered one peak and now another; Oave, the "point culminant" at 1,203 metres was the most reluctant of all to show itself but occasionally the top of this baseless giant would poke out of the clouds and then we would gasp in awe! As we
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+We set off with full packs, sweating up the zig-zag road out of the village. Now that we had gained some height, the central block of great peaks looked more impressive than ever. One could interpret the map as showing eight spires but we never ever did see eight all at once. The swirling mists now uncovered one peak and now another; Oave, the "point culminant" at 1,203 metres was the most reluctant of all to show itself but occasionally the top of this baseless giant would poke out of the clouds and then we would gasp in awe! As we moved laterally to the mountains the vista changed continually and sometimes one spire would be superimposed upon another. The photographers, all four of us, had a field day.
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+Along the roadside we observed a couple of eucalypts and I wondered how these intruders had found their way to these remote Pacific islands. On reaching the airport we decided to camp. What, camp at an airport? Sure, because campsites in the wild were virtually non-existent and here precious grass grew alongside the sealed strip. Besides, we were hardly likely to be disturbed as there was only one service per week and this was not the day. "There's always a first time for everything," said Barbara.
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+Chasing the pigs away we pitched the tents at the seaward end, a view of the spires and a nearby stream and beach all included. What could be nicer? It was also the first time we enjoyed the luxury of a fire, thanks to the piles of driftwood on the beach; otherwise a fire is impossible. The fire alerted the passing traffic (two vehicles) to our presence and since the road passed between airstrip and beach, Yvonne, a teacher returning from a weekend in Hakahau to her school in the next village, was appalled at our primitive living conditions if we rightly understood her French and her horrified expression. "Are you sleeping on the ground with all those dirty pigs?" was probably a fair translation. She invited us to her home where there were "real beds in a real house" but SBW stood firmly by its bushwalking traditions. Fortunately, we were to meet Yvonne again and on that occasion any lingering traditions were cast to the winds.
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-moved laterally to the mountains the vista changed continually and sometimes one spire would be superimposed upon another. The photographers, all four of us, had a field day.
-Along the roadside we observed a couple of eucalypts and I wondered how these intruders had found their way to these remote Pacific islands. On reaching the, airport we decided to camp. What, camp at an airport? Sure, because campsites in the utild were virtually nonexistent and here precious grass grew alongside the sealed strip. Besides, we were hardly likely to be disturbed as there was only one service per week and this was not the day. "There's always a first time for everything," said Barbara.
-Chasing the pigs away we pitched the tents at the seaward end, a view of the spires and
-a nearby stream and beach all included. What could be nicer? It was also the first time we enjoyed the luxury of a fire, thanks to the piles of driftwood on the beach; otherwise a fire is impossible. The fire alerted the passing traffic (two vehicles) to our presence and since the road passed between airstrip and beach, Yvonne, a teacher returning from a weekend in
-Hakahau to her school in the next village, was appalled at our primitive living conditions if we rightly understood her French and her horrified expression. "Are you sleeping on the ground with all those dirty pigs?" was probably a fair translation. She invited.us to her home where there were "real beds in a real house" but 56W stood firmly by its bushwalking traditions. Fortunately, we were to meet Yvonne again and on that occasion any lingering traditions were cast to the winds.
 About noon next day we collapsed into the cool river flowing through the village of Hakahetati, the site of Yvonne's school. The day seemed unusually hot. Along the way Helen had spotted a pretty bay from the road but somehow we lacked the resolution or the energy to tackle a route to it. Similarly, we merely admired the rugged interior without bothering to seriously investigate a way by which it might be reached. The South Seas had us firmly in its grip! There was nowhere to camp in the village but, mercifully, Yvonne found us and this time insisted on us staying in her house like civilised people.
-This generous Ua Pouan lady housed and fed us in Polynesian style for two days, during which we managed a day walk to the next village down the west coast; and what a rugged coast it is! Then she gave us a lift back to HakahatPand an invitation to dinner on our last night on the island; the hospitality was overwhelming but delightful. Meanwhile we had returned to Chez Rose Marie where one could eat and drink on the verandah and watch the world go by; ah, some of those Polynesians are handsome people. Creditably, we used our last two days in an effort to reach the spires, exploring a couple of tracks which led out of the village. These took us to an apiary, the water supply and a clearing for a new house; nothing, but nothing, led to the spires.
+This generous Ua Pouan lady housed and fed us in Polynesian style for two days, during which we managed a day walk to the next village down the west coast; and what a rugged coast it is! Then she gave us a lift back to Hakahatu and an invitation to dinner on our last night on the island; the hospitality was overwhelming but delightful. Meanwhile we had returned to Chez Rose Marie where one could eat and drink on the verandah and watch the world go by; ah, some of those Polynesians are handsome people. Creditably, we used our last two days in an effort to reach the spires, exploring a couple of tracks which led out of the village. These took us to an apiary, the water supply and a clearing for a new house; nothing, but nothing, led to the spires.
 retired to the Snack Bar in defeat, having concluded that for the Ua Pouans the magnificent scenery right in their backyard was nothing more than a backdrop.
-The day of our departure dound us once again at the airport, but with a difference. This was ha Pouts big day, the DAY OF THE PLANE; it seemed half the population was there. With pigs scattering, the tiny aircraft sped downhill along the runway, just managing to take to the air before plunging into the sea. It is our lucky day. The spires of Ua Pou, now so familiar but nonetheless impressive, disappear from view as we fly into the clouds. It is the end of an interesting experience.
-CONCLUDED
+The day of our departure found us once again at the airport, but with a difference. This was Ua Pou's big day, the DAY OF THE PLANE; it seemed half the population was there. With pigs scattering, the tiny aircraft sped downhill along the runway, just managing to take to the air before plunging into the sea. It is our lucky day. The spires of Ua Pou, now so familiar but nonetheless impressive, disappear from view as we fly into the clouds. It is the end of an interesting experience.
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-THE WALKS  PROGRAM
+Concluded.
-BY John Porter
-ABSEILING trip 6/7/8 January to DAvies Canyon will not be led by Kenn Clacher (who is
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-off to New Zealand in January) but by Don Finch (te1.85 2067) and John POrter (te1.797 9784).
-Don't forget that when Christmas holiday trips are over it is time to think of the AUTURN WALKS PRGGRAM (March, April, May). This has to go before the February Committee meeting and is posted to members with the February magazine. SO - see John Miter in the Clubroom or phone 797 9784 with the walk you plan to lead.
+===== The Walks Program. =====
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-Page 14 The Sydney Bushwalker December 1988
+By John Porter
-IS THIS A FOOTNOTE?
+Abseiling trip 6/7/8 January to Davies Canyon will not be led by Kenn Clacher (who is off to New Zealand in January) but by Don Finch (te1. 85 2067) and John Porter (te1. 797 9784).
+Don't forget that when Christmas holiday trips are over it is time to think of the Autumn Walks Program (March, April, May). This has to go before the February Committee meeting and is posted to members with the February magazine. __So__ - see John Porter in the Clubroom or phone 797 9784 with the walk you plan to lead.
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+===== Is This A Footnote? =====
 by Jim Brown
 Just a few months back all the Club's pseudo-physicians had their say in the magazine on the subject of "Volley Foot" - which is to say the disagreeable odour when feet and sandshoes have had an intimate relationship for bushwalking.
 I would have been the last to deny that there is such a nuisance as Volley Foot Odour. However, it never really worried me, and I ascribe this to two things: first, I was one of the earliest bush walkers to adopt sandshoes and I hesitated to criticize a type of footwear I had promoted: second, my nose has always been relatively useless and I never found any purpose for it until I had to wear spectacles for reading at about 40 years of age. So little did the odour of Volley Foot trouble me I sometimes used my sandshoes to supplement my pack as a pillow - mostly on solo walks, I admit.
-Knowing other people are sensitive to the Volley smell, I usually leave a pair of sandshoes that I've worn outside on a back veranda area for a few days, allowing sun and wind to dissipate any noxious exhalations from them. From time to time, however, I have found these outdoor sandshoes either over/turned or scattered, and could only assume that poltergeists are not deterred by Volley Foot Odour.
-Then I learned what was really happening. Rising soon after dawn one morning I saw' the cat from next door on our back veranda. It seized a sandshoP hod discarded there the previous afternoon, clutched it to its breast with both fore-paws and rolled over and over. After wrestling with it for maybe a minute, it dumped the sandshoe some 20 or 30 cm from the partner shoe, gave a sniff (of disgust?) and lit out. Twice since I have seen a similar performance by the same cat.
+Knowing other people are sensitive to the Volley smell, I usually leave a pair of sandshoes that I've worn outside on a back veranda area for a few days, allowing sun and wind to dissipate any noxious exhalations from them. From time to time, however, I have found these outdoor sandshoes either overturned or scattered, and could only assume that poltergeists are not deterred by Volley Foot Odour.
-I now wonder if dogs, with their highly developed sense of smell, can also be encouraged to engage in Volley play. Or maybe I was right all along, and there's no such ,thing as Volley Foot Odour.
-BELVEDERE- TAXIS BLACKHEATH
+Then I learned what was really happening. Rising soon after dawn one morning I saw the cat from next door on our back veranda. It seized a sandshoe I had discarded there the previous afternoon, clutched it to its breast with both fore-paws and rolled over and over. After wrestling with it for maybe a minute, it dumped the sandshoe some 20 or 30 cm from the partner shoe, gave a sniff (of disgust?) and lit out. Twice since I have seen a similar performance by the same cat.
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+I now wonder if dogs, with their highly developed sense of smell, can also be encouraged to engage in Volley play. Or maybe I was right all along, and there's no such thing as Volley Foot Odour.
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-THE NOVEMBER GENERAL MEETING
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+===== The November General Meeting. =====
+by Barry Wallace
 The President called the meeting to order at around 2011 with some 30 or so members present. There were apologies from Jeff Niven and from Alan and Anita Doherty.
 The call for new members brough forth Alan Wiedenbein for welcome in the customary manner and also one Chris Perry, from times past. It appears that my theory last month may need some fine tuning.
 The Minutes of last month's meeting were read and received.
-Corre*Iondence brought the FBW October Meeting minutes, a letter from the Metropolitan Lands Office in response to our query regarding the closure of the camping ground near the Cathedral of Ferns at Mt. Wilson, and a letter from Tim Moore's private secretary regarding problems which have arisen with the arrangements for the Minister's address to the Club meeting scheduled for late November. It seems that Katoomba Council has ordered the
-Mt. Wilson camping area closed as it does not comply with the stringent council requirements for camping grounds. Tim Moore is now advised that the House will be in session on the day of the meeting and various alternative arrangements are under discussion.
+Correspondence brought the FBW October Meeting minutes, a letter from the Metropolitan Lands Office in response to our query regarding the closure of the camping ground near the Cathedral of Ferns at Mt. Wilson, and a letter from Tim Moore's private secretary regarding problems which have arisen with the arrangements for the Minister's address to the Club meeting scheduled for late November. It seems that Katoomba Council has ordered the Mt. Wilson camping area closed as it does not comply with the stringent council requirements for camping grounds. Tim Moore is now advised that the House will be in session on the day of the meeting and various alternative arrangements are under discussion.
-The Walks Report followed, beginning with the weekend of October 14,15,16. David Rostron's ski touring trip, with its one extra day, was cancelled, but Kenn Clacher reported a party of 9 on his Budawangs area walk. They had fine, windy weather and one or two bush- fires, fortunately all downwind of the walk area. Charlie Brown's Budawangs walk was cancelled due to Charlie having suffered a leg injury. Of the day walks, there was no report of Greta Davis' Blue Gum walk but Errol Sheedy led a party of 16 through fine conditions and some scrub to complete his Waterfall to Heathcote walk.
-The following weekend, October 21,22,23 saw Ian Debert conducting his BICENTENNIAL Cox River walk from a Saturday lunchtime start. The party of 10 endured some initial rain, but sang on to 1.30 am as conditions improved. Oliver Ceawford led a party of 7 on his Wollangambe Wilderness trip, which went to program, and Les Powell led a party of 5 on his Ettrema Creek trip through a cold, wet Saturday to a gloriously fine Sunday. Speaking of Sundays, B111 Holland had managed to arrange good weather for the,I8 starters on his Pierce's Pass walk that day.
+The Walks Report followed, beginning with the weekend of October 14,15,16. David Rostron's ski touring trip, with its one extra day, was cancelled, but Kenn Clacher reported a party of 9 on his Budawangs area walk. They had fine, windy weather and one or two bushfires, fortunately all downwind of the walk area. Charlie Brown's Budawangs walk was cancelled due to Charlie having suffered a leg injury. Of the day walks, there was no report of Greta Davis' Blue Gum walk but Errol Sheedy led a party of 16 through fine conditions and some scrub to complete his Waterfall to Heathcote walk.
+The following weekend, October 21,22,23 saw Ian Debert conducting his Bicentennial Cox River walk from a Saturday lunchtime start. The party of 10 endured some initial rain, but sang on to 1.30 am as conditions improved. Oliver Crawford led a party of 7 on his Wollangambe Wilderness trip, which went to program, and Les Powell led a party of 5 on his Ettrema Creek trip through a cold, wet Saturday to a gloriously fine Sunday. Speaking of Sundays, B111 Holland had managed to arrange good weather for the 18 starters on his Pierce's Pass walk that day.
 The weekend of October 28,29,30 saw a successful FBW (St. Johns Ambulance) first aid course. Jan Mohandas' gourmet weekend went, with 19 starters and a most impressive menu. There was no report of Paul Mawhinney's bicycle trip from Woodford to Glenbrook, but Peter Christian had a party of 7 SBW and 23 NPA on his Devil's Wilderness trip. It seems they emerged after dark but whether that was related to the devil, the wilderness, or some other factor is unclear. One thing that was clear, however, was that not all SBW members were carrying torches.
-For the weekend of November 4,5,6, there was no report of Jim Oxley's Kanangra walk, but,Oliver Crawford led a party of 7 on his walk to Hidden Valley. The rock-scrambling instructional was cancelled, but John Porter and Kenn Clacher ran a successful abseiling instructional on the Sunday. David West's. day walk to Blue Gum went but there was no report. Jim Callaway had 7 starters, some of them struggling a little, on his Engadine to Waterfall trip. It seems the medium-easy classification may have been astray.
+For the weekend of November 4,5,6, there was no report of Jim Oxley's Kanangra walk, but Oliver Crawford led a party of 7 on his walk to Hidden Valley. The rock-scrambling instructional was cancelled, but John Porter and Kenn Clacher ran a successful abseiling instructional on the Sunday. David West's. day walk to Blue Gum went but there was no report. Jim Callaway had 7 starters, some of them struggling a little, on his Engadine to Waterfall trip. It seems the medium-easy classification may have been astray.
 The Walks Report was followed by slides taken on various walks, some of which indicated surprising abilities. That shot of someone standing on their head in a canyon was quite amazing.
 The Treasurer's Report indicated that we spent $393, acquired income of $260 and closed with a balance of $9675 in round figures. The Federation Report is covered elsewhere in the magazine, but there was some mention of insurances.
-Conservation Report, Alex yet again restored to us after the ravages of tennis, brought news of a deputation to,senior members of the present State Government. The general impression seems to be that there is a reluctance to further expand park boundaries, and a preference to concentrate on management of existing parks. Bod Carr, Leader of the Opposition, has released statements on the coming problems of the greenhouse effect, and the need to limit coastal developments.
+Conservation Report, Alex yet again restored to us after the ravages of tennis, brought news of a deputation to senior members of the present State Government. The general impression seems to be that there is a reluctance to further expand park boundaries, and a preference to concentrate on management of existing parks. Bod Carr, Leader of the Opposition, has released statements on the coming problems of the greenhouse effect, and the need to limit coastal developments.
 Of General Business there was nought, so we moved to announcements and closed the meeting at 2125.
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