The Call of the Kokoda

The moment I touched down in Port Moresby, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that comes with embarking on a new adventure. This time, it was the legendary Kokoda Track, a 10-day journey through the heart of Papua New Guinea’s rugged terrain. As someone who has scaled mountains and trekked through deserts, I was eager to test my mettle on this historic trail. The anticipation was palpable as I joined my fellow thrill-seekers at the Sogeri Lodge for our initial briefing. Our trek leaders, Angelo and Pete, greeted us with a warmth and familiarity that set the tone for the days ahead. Their expertise and passion for the Kokoda campaign were evident from the start, and I knew we were in capable hands.

The first day on the trail was a whirlwind of emotions. As we made our way from Owers Corner to Imita Base, the weight of history was ever-present. Pete’s morning briefings were more than just logistical updates; they were heartfelt narratives that brought the past to life. His emotional connection to the sites we visited was infectious, and it wasn’t long before I found myself deeply moved by the stories of bravery and sacrifice that unfolded along the track. The camaraderie among our group grew stronger with each step, and I was reminded of the power of shared experiences in forging lasting bonds.

Into the Heart of History

As we trekked deeper into the jungle, the landscape transformed into a living museum of wartime relics and natural wonders. The climb to Imita Ridge was a test of endurance, but the breathtaking views from the top made every step worthwhile. Our local guides, true “Masters of their Environment,” navigated the challenging terrain with ease, their knowledge and skill a testament to their deep connection with the land. My personal porter, Andy, was a constant source of support, his presence a reassuring reminder that I was never alone on this journey.

The days were filled with moments of awe and reflection. At each historically significant site, Pete’s passion for the Kokoda campaign shone through. His vivid descriptions of the battles fought and the lives lost added a profound depth to our trek. The solemn Dawn Service at the Isurava Memorial was a highlight, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made by those who came before us. As the sun rose over the memorial, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to walk in the footsteps of history.

Triumph and Tranquility

The final days of the trek were a blend of triumph and tranquility. The climb to the crest of the Maguli Range was a grueling test of endurance, but the panoramic views from the top were a reward beyond measure. As we descended into the Moss Forest, the lush greenery and vibrant wildlife provided a serene contrast to the rugged terrain we had traversed. Our time at Bombers Camp was a chance to reflect on the journey and the bonds we had formed along the way.

The trek culminated in a visit to Lake Myola, where the wreckage of a US Army P40 Kittyhawk fighter plane served as a stark reminder of the war’s impact on this remote corner of the world. As we made our way back to Port Moresby, I felt a profound sense of accomplishment and a renewed appreciation for the resilience of the human spirit. The Kokoda Track had challenged me in ways I hadn’t anticipated, but it had also enriched my understanding of history and the power of perseverance.

As I boarded my flight home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this “once in a lifetime” trip was just the beginning. The Kokoda Track had left an indelible mark on my soul, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I returned to this extraordinary place. Until then, I’ll carry the memories of this incredible adventure with me, a testament to the enduring allure of the unknown.