Apparently the tall building is a form of prison where wayward children are sent when they misbehave - now that sounds a good idea!

The shower which works OK until you have soaped yourself but stops before you can wash it off. It almost as if someone is playing with the valve on the hose running to it!

Nothing left in this room

... and off we go.

More items for sale to tempt the passing walkers.

Efogi Airfield. I flew in to and out of this field 40 odd years ago - the hills across the valley are said to be tricky to avoid when lining up for a landing.

So far the uphill stretch isn't too steep

Looking across the valley it is possible to see another airstrip on the opposite ridge

Stately trees hide the valley

A welcome sight - at least we should get some descent

No sign of anyone to collect the money

Brigade Hill, one of the important defensive positions on the track

Each stake symbolises the fatality of an Australian defender. Each one has a flower fixed to the top and some still bear the name of the soldier they represent.

Some of the tracherous clay still wet from the rain. Most of us went down onto our backsides at some time

As the days pass we are becoming hardened to the task

Menari village our stop for tonight

It feels freezing when you get in but it really refreshes you.

The accommodation block

"Now where did I hang my underpants?"

A beautiful blue butterfly feeds from the flowers

The main shopping street

According to the board nearby this grave is "The Late Mr Faole Bokoi, Fuzzy Wuzzy Angel"

Our happy friend is splitting bamboo for his colleagues to make into floor matting or cladding

Ladies tying together leaves for roofing

The women hard at work while the men take their ease!

Time for the afternoon nap.

John decides to camp out on the veranda because he couldn't interest anyone in putting up his tent!

Peter has discovered this Japanese helmet under the veranda. While looking at a pile of old mortars in the same box I find a snake curled up underneath

We quiz Gibson on what is coming up tomorrow.

A rather superior toilet is at our disposal here - it even boasts a wooden seat and lid. They aren't fixed on though!

A room with a view

Rob going up for seconds. Chris won't be interested - he hates mashed potato!

The sun goes down, nearly time for bed.

Time for the sing-sing.