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B Y A W I L D R O S E . . . .
Deep in the Manoa Valley we headed into the jungle up to Manoa Falls. When we stepped off the bus, the views left me breathless, with the clouds rolling over the summits - it was a sight I will never forget. I had only ever seen pictures and I was finally here and the atmosphere was indescribable but the the jungle was the best part.
It was by far the wettest, greenest part of Hawaii I have seen so far with rainfall travelling constantly down the valley into the town below.
You feel like you have stepped into Jurassic Park as you travel deeper and deeper into the jungle.
You can help but feel you are stepping into something a little out of your league, as the trail gets wilder, the surroundings have been untouched by man and the trees and enormous and everything is fighting for sunlight climbing on top of another, fighting for space and light.
We stood in the raw jungle. Untouched by man, it was truly wild. Devils Ivy swamped tall trees and the air was scented with lemon grass. Dry and windy at the bottom of the summit trail, the higher we walked the steeper the trail became and the wetter we became. With a hurricane the day before a number of trees had fallen, as well as bamboo. The path itself was muddy and wild. Rainfall had shaped the trail and it was evident that a lot of water falls all the way up the trail. Warnings were posted to notify us that the water levels could rise unexpectedly and I couldn’t help but feel very aware, we were now in mother nature’s hands deep in the real jungle.
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