We traverse a field of rocks and rubble, and the path disappears for awhile. Then before us is
a wall of bushes, and still racing against the clock, we pick our way through a labyrinth of vegetation until
we are in the open again. And then there is a large hill of big red boulders with sharp edges, and we choose to avoid
clambering over this big pile. Instead, we try to skirt alongside it, but this leads us onto treacherous ground . . .