After a relatively lonely walk for several days, when we came to the Yari ridge it became a game of dodging the hoards of grockles. This turned out surprisingly well thanks to James' superior planning, and only our last night was spent at a busy hut. Unusually we were also not the only gaijin in the village.To prove it, here is one, just about to dive off down the Daikiretto.
Berlin battleground- 70 years later
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