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Journeys : RACT MNJ June July 2010
Photos: Linda Smith 16 June / July 2010 It was only after I had reached the spectacular summit of Pic N'ga on New Caledonia's Isle of Pines that I took a minute to consider that thongs were probably not the most appropriate footwear for climbing a mountain. After almost an hour of steady trekking uphill, red gravel cr unching under neath my flimsy white flip-flops, my battered beach footwear had tur ned a dirty shade of orange, as had my dishevelled and weary feet. With the harsh tropical sun beaming down on my back for the duration of the climb, my entire body was dripping with sweat and my heart and legs pounded as I reached for a well-deserved drink to quench my thirst. Only a few hours ago this same tropical sun had been gently war ming my skin as my husband and I dozed on the squeaky white sand of one of the island's pristine beaches. With the water sparkling in every imaginable shade of green and blue and barely a cloud in the sky, it was exactly what we had imagined our tropical holiday to be. But after a mor ning of relaxation, we realised the imposing mountain we could see in the distance -- the tallest peak on the island -- was there to be conquered. With only a few hours remaining of our Pacific Island holiday we took some words of advice from locals and quickly set off, without stopping to consider the need for footwear changes. On the Isle of Pines Linda Smith flip-flops up a Pacific peak Above: One of the many views from Pic N'ga Left: The majestic Pic N'ga
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