It was all downhill from here, but for a final stiff climb up to Pororari Hut cunningly designed by the track constructors to test our weary limbs. This hut, like the others, was of a Great Walk standard and only a jacuzzi and bar would be needed to attract tourists, which of course we were not.
The final day was a short 17km jaunt through the three gorges of the Pororari River in a varied landscape of punga forests, podacarps and areas regenerating, not from human devastation, but from Mother Nature, wind damage by cyclones Gita and Fehi.
Alas, she also brought incessant precipitation that worsened, so by the time we emerged at Punakaiki my brand-new, poncy 10,000-proof rain jacket was soaked through. Should have brought an umbrella.