The climate has grown cooler as you make your way towards the hub of the island. Here you are on a high cliff that encircles the internal forests of the island creating a bowl like effect. The valley below is still wisped over with mist though the sun rises. Cautiously you make your way down the path that works it's way down the cliff face. At times it is rocky, treacherously slick with soft mosses and lichens, other parts of the trail are a dark loam, ferns and bracken uncurling their leaves as they grow in clumps along the edges. At long last you are safely at the bottom of the precipice. From this angle you can barely see the path you took down. The temperature here is vastly different to above, The cliff blocks much of the morning light and the rainshadow is such that it is far cooler and dryer down here. The trees are still tall but are now a sparser foliaged species of eucalyptus tree. Ferns too are present but in less lush qualities. You manage to find the place where the path continues and set off down it at a leisurely pace. Occassionally stopping to try and catch a glimpse of some of the birds you hear calling in the trees. So canopy bound is your attention that you trip over the first small hard object before you notice it. Stumbling forwards you right yourself and stop to see what was on the path. You notice that the path appears to become more distinct. What you stumbled on was an uneven paving stone, the brick pushed up through a thin layer of leaf litter and moss by a vine growing from the ground. Scraping away the soil next to it with your foot you find another paver... and another. It would seem that this was once a small road or lane of sorts. Your curiosity piqued you hurry onwards along the path.