An interesting juxtaposition forms in my mind as I rise before dawn to head off into the darkness in order to explore a little-known place on the globe. I’m embarking on a trip to a site called World’s End – whereas in reality, as I survey my surroundings, it seems as though I’ve travelled back in time to a place where the world is only just beginning.
As our minibus climbs up to Horton Plains, the early-morning hour mist covers the hills around us like a soft white blanket that’s protecting the sleeping wildlife. The silence and stillness of this moment creates a sensation of complete solitude as if we are the only people alive and about to witness the creation of a new dawn. It’s a feeling that can only be captured in such a place, which brings its visitors literally to the ends of Earth.