By day three it started to feel like we’d found our groove. The skies got a bit cloudier, making walking a lot more comfortable. We were getting accustomed to the elevation. We downloaded a detailed GPS map, so we stopped worrying if we had lost the trail. We learned that a string of blue twine meant “enter here” and not “keep out.”

Can’t say that I know why these guys were queueing in matching cow shirts, though.

Today’s lunch stop was also perfectly positioned halfway between our accommodation. After a relatively relaxing morning, we stopped and enjoyed our best meal on the island.

The fish doesn’t look all that exciting, but the potatoes, veggies, and sauce were delightful.

The scenery was a little bit of everything.

The last bit of the day seemed almost like, Scotland?

While tired when we arrived to our hut, we weren’t completely beat. And the violet hour really delivered.

That night we heard a strange, almost gurgling sound, with an electronic tinge? Reading the manual in the hut and confirming via an online audio track we discovered that it was the call of the Cory’s Shearwater. Sadly we aren’t certain we ever saw one, but we did hear the call several more evenings.

A really pleasant day, it feels like we are getting the hang of this!