Caz spots a chunk of
metal half buried in the rainforest soil.
Weaving around the next few tree ferns we spot more and more small
pieces, some lengths of wiring, plastic and fabric, and now we have our eye in there seems to be stuff everywhere. It intrigues us and we dump the packs and
begin searching more closely, rummaging in the undergrowth. We push and duck under tunnels formed by heavy fronds. Caz pulls up another substantial piece
of twisted wreckage with remains of oranges paint on it. I find a labelled section of wiring that finally confirms our suspicions.
