
My father served on the track in 1942 and I thought that for some strange reason that if I could “walk a mile in his shoes” we could reach some sort of truce. We lost dad in ’99 but I still hadn’t moved on with a plan.
In some ways, being no different from anyone else, I procrastinated until I received an email from Autism Victoria in early 2010. There was interest in forming a group to trek to raise awareness of Autism and to grow the AV Resource Centre by 1000 items.
We formed and began fund-raising, training and equipping ourselves until a month or so before the trek when I was dropped from the group. I’d lost my support base, my friends and familiar faces but still had my drive and so I cast around for another group. I found a group but unfortunately the loss of everyone else left me struggling and I turned back after a day. A day and a half later saw me back out, injured.
Bowed but not broken I kept training and looking closer to home for a better balanced firm that I felt would give me every benefit I would need.
After contacting Dominic of Kokoda Brothers and explaining my own needs as we arranged to meet. I was the first Autistic to take on the track with them and there was as much to find out from me as I had from them.
Being locals I was able to meet Darren, the guide, and for both of us to lay out what we thought we would need of each other, above and beyond the average. I was also able to meet and train with other members of the group and to contact some of the others.
The real work started on the ground in PNG, I had a personal porter, Guy (or Gai, check spelling), and worked closely with Jonnsie, the ‘Tail-End Charlie’, a real powerhouse. Jonah’s face appeared to help out whenever things got hardest and Nic, the head porter was there supervising what seemed a cast of thousands. Nic also seemed to have an intuitive grasp of the special needs of autism that is often unusual back here in Australia.
They held nothing back and I wish I could say the same. It was a matter of pride to Darren and the porters that “no-one gets left behind” and I was given every aide and assistance to complete the trek. Indeed, if it were not for the dedication and determination of the people employed by Kokoda Brothers, I would not have made it this time either.
Several events stand out as waypoints on my journey; The arches at Kokoda, the Memorial at Isurava, Brigade Hill, Ioribaiwa and Imita Ridges but the last 30 metres to walk through the arches at Owers Corner would be the crowning glory, that and being able to complete my first entry in the visitors book at Bomona War Cemetery, the entry that now reads “Started Oct 2011 … Completed July 2012”. 