Once the pack crossed by Ferry to the mainland south, anticipation was building up.  

Having done the quarries that resembled pre-historic archeological sites in past runs, thought of something new was welcome.

And the Hare did not let anyone down, as always, with a six Kms. run that turned out to be much more.

From the start, after doing a flat course for a few hundred yards, the trail turned to south, meandering through a miniature city in the making, sans water, sans electricity and sans humans.

The only place on this planet where houses are built from coral blocks dug up right (or left in some cases) next door - literally.

And every one of this structure had a large Martian crater close by.

We are sure the residents, when they do start living there, will have babies that fly, along with all the live stock that has wings too ... if there are to be no disasters.

Or, perhaps it could be a wonderful tourist attraction for potential mountaineers to hone their skills by practicing here before scaling the mighty Mount Kenya.

After passing this new wonder of the world, another village was crossed in a crater that could be accessed only through rough rock outcrops.  

The trail still hugged the waters, surrounded by verdant greenery, freshly washed from the morning showers and smelling of perfumes no Frenchman could ever invent.  

And after the sight of a real Hare that darted across, it's orange ears merging with the setting sun's glory, returning to the home base was an effort, with  tired feet, aching bodies, but refreshed hearts.