We were walking through the dense jungle at Mossman Gorge when we heard a man calling out in another language. We soon caught up to him and asked if he was okay. He shook his head and said, “No — my wife and son are missing.”
He explained that he had stopped to take some photos, and
when he turned around, they were gone. He’d been calling out for them but
couldn’t find them anywhere. . There was
no mobile coverage in the area, so he couldn’t call or message them.
We decided to help. We backtracked a little and checked a
few turn-offs, but there was no sign of them. So we continued in the same
direction, praying that we’d somehow be able to find his family
As we walked, we started asking people if they’d seen a
Korean woman wearing a white hat and a young boy. Eventually, someone told us
they were only about 50 metres ahead. I took off running, following the
track for about three or four hundred metres, until I reached a
turn-off. I stopped there, scanning the swimming area below, but there was
still no sign of them.
A few moments later, Robyn caught up to me — and then
I heard her shout, “I found them!” They had taken a small side track that I
hadn’t checked because I thought they were further ahead.
We were so relieved and thankful that Robyn had found them.
It really felt like an answered prayer.
We expected a joyful reunion, but instead, it was a little
tense. The husband was upset and angry that they had left him behind. I gently
suggested that they be kind to each other — after all, it was an accident, and
hopefully, they’d learned not to get separated in the jungle again.
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