Man on an island: day 355

After a few hours walking I reach a large hill near the centre of the island. I leave my bag hidden from view behind some rotting logs at the base, I don't want anything or anybody getting their hands on it. I scale up the hill, using the vegetation to pull myself upwards. This is harder than it seems. My mind goes back to basic training and the seal instructors screaming profanities at the recruits. I smile and with renewed energy I carry on upwards. I eventually reach the summit and I sit down to catch my breath. Now let's see where I am, I work out where my home is in relation to the volcano... the village must just be on the other side of the volcano. Now if I were a pilot and had to do a crash landing, where would I put down a cargo plane? I scan the vista and then something catches my eye for a split second.... there it is again! It's a reflection! It's a few kilometres North West of me! I hurry down the hill to start a fire, I want to head out at dawn!