I had one of these on my window sill at home

We take a leisurely breakfast before leaving. I don't know where the porters are?

Our trusty porters line up for a last photo before we leave

They have prepared these garlands for us to wear on our final stretch. John alone was given a necklace too to mark the fact that he is the senior member of the squad, not bad for an eighty year old!

After a sharp ascent for a couple of hours or so we reach the end!

The whole crew at the finish

We walked across that lot!

Chris takes a solo curtain call

The field gun receives attention

On the way on to Port Moresby. John and Deb were the only beardless members of the trekkers, the rest look dishevelled sporting various hairy chins

McDonalds Corner. the sign shows the direction of The Kokoda Trail (Track)

On the way down we stopped at this park so that we could see birds of paradise at close range

5 Kina each to get in - Ezra now looks much more relaxed judging by his big grin

There are lots of Orchids here

A Hornbill

The greater Bird of Paradise without the iconic tail feathers

This poor Pelican comes face to face with John

Victoria Crowned Pigeons courting

A keeper refreshing the water bowls

A Hornbill

Bomana War Cemetery on the way into Port Moresby where the fallen from The Kokoda Track were interned.

I had never before heard that any British soldiers were involved (see top notice).

The final destination in Port Moresby, The Holiday Inn Extra, where a cold beer and a warm shower awaited us all!

Something we hadn't seen for all but the first day, green leaves on a plate.

We are presented with batons carved by our respective porters.