This was to be a 3½-Km walk to see nesting waved albatrosses, but I gave up when the path
became a rough rocky downhill scramble. At 85, I'm not good at that. As it turned out,
(1) a younger and fitter member of the group who kept going fell over and broke a rib,
and (2) we spotted our own albatross and chick near the spot where we turned back.