Day 2 - Faralya to Kabak Beach

After yesterday's  experience with walking for many hours in 30 degree heat, we manage to get underway at 9am today.  A short walk along the sealed main road of Faralya, then turn left and up a stoney path leading past fields of beehives and on through a conifer forest.  The views aren't as good as yesterday, but the heat is more manageable, and we quickly gain the 120m required to reach the highest point in the days walk.

On the way we meet four other walkers, going in the same direction and carrying packs of a similar size to ours.  Yesterday we had met a dozen day walkers, and two people with full packs heading in the opposite direction; but today's  four are the first people that we've seen who look like they may be doing the full walk at the same time and in the same direction as us.

The track levels out and then begins a steep descent into Kabak Beach.  We meet two back packers  ascending the track who tell us "you'll love it down there; it's the sixties".  A very good description.  Kabak Beach is a muddy cluster of hippy camp grounds.  The beach that time forgot. There are people here who don't know that Hendrix is dead.

"No way. Hendrix is dead?"

"Totally dead man."

"Really dead?"

"Totally dead man."

"I thought that he was just taking a break for artistic reasons."

"He's taking a break for being dead reasons."

So, with less than three hours walking, we find a cheap place to stay and settle in for an early lunch. No dramas, and the bodies generally feeling pretty good.  A short day, out of the heat, seems well within our capabilities.  Tomorrow we need to make up all of the altitude that we lost today.  Damn. 

The lobby of the Kabak Hilton.