The guidebook said “This path is easy to follow – you cannot possibly get lost”.
I took this as a direct challenge, and true to form, with me striding out in front, within 100 metres from the start of the walk we were on the wrong track.
We hadn’t intended to go up Mt Qua Qua. We’d actually meant to walk round the Grand Etang Lake, a far easier walk, and after an hour of constant uphill struggle with barely a glimpse of any water it was obvious to me that this wasn’t the easy 40 minute lakeside stroll, but I said nothing to either Leslie or Lindsey, as I was secretly hoping we’d eventually find ourselves at the top of Mt Qua Qua.
The signage didn’t help that much either, and neither did the fact that in any case I stood in front of it to take a photo of the others as they passed.
We came across some other people walking with a guide in the opposite direction, and being male, I refused to ask for directions, but Lindsey enquired of them where we were, and it turned out we were half way up Mt Qua Qua. Fantastic, I thought.
However, the track got steeper and very slippery due to the previous night’s rain, and after one of our party, who as usual has requested anonymity but it wasn’t me or Lindsey, fell on his bottom twice, we turned back.
On the way back down, we came across the following clear sign, which someone must have erected minutes after we’d previously passed that very spot an hour and a half previously.
Back in the car park, these ladies sold Lindsey a necklace of spices “Which you can put anywhere to make it smell nice. You can put it in the car. You can put it in the bathroom. You can put it in the kitchen. You can put it anywhere.” They had wonderful smiles.
We’ve put it in the bathroom, where it smells nice.