I Smell… the freshly caught dead animal from a mile away. Flys swarming around the dead body laying maggots galore.
I Feel… the fresh bitter breeze, streaming through my bones.
I Taste… sweet, cold, refreshing water swishing around in my moist mouth as we make our way up the many steep inclines.
I See… gnarly tree roots, old fallen down trees, icy flowing creeks to cross, muddy tracks and risky obstacles to climb over.
I Hear… the soft chirping sound of native birds in the distant. The evergreen trees rustling around us.
Where Am I?
Whinray Scenic Reserve, Motu, NZ