Forest with no rain

A rainforest without rain, one of the reasons that this is a protected area.
But nevertheless an extraordinarily wonderful and eerie place. The airwaves are crowded with invisible birds each with their own peculiar call - no tweets here. On a 4 km walk I spotted only one yellow robin despite the cacophony.

The strangler figs throttle the life from all but the tallest of trees and their strange root-like tentacles seem to be lifting the captive trunks from the ground.

Being a well-behaved tourist I stayed on the path, which is as well, as even in this National Park those who stray have been known to disappear, perhaps to fall asleep and then awake find themselves imprisoned within a cage of woody stems with wild birds cackling menacingly. Perhaps that is how the trees find their water...