Don't go chasing waterfalls

The next day the four of us including the teacher one of the boys and visitor go far out to see waterfalls. We take a motorcycle an hour out up the mountains past the valleys. His motorcycle is new. A couple times we stop. The motorcycle cannot go through rugged terrain with two of us on the back. We walk up and across and get back on the motorcycle at the top. After a beautiful scenic drive. We arrive.

We walk through the mountain. We take a rope down. I am asked to climb first down the rocks. We cross past rivers and over rocks. My bug bites start to scrape. I take off my slippers. I walk slowly up and around and down.

We make it to the two highest waterfalls. We watch from the rocks. I pass on jumping off from the 70 feet above. I take pictures of the tour guides and C. They dive and canon ball in. They come back. Let’s go again I say. I jump with my sunglasses in. We make it to the rocks. I climb and am pushed up. “Go higher” I’m told. No, 30 feet is fine. What if I hit the rocks and don’t jump far enough? What if I fall face first in the water? I decide not to dive. I jump. I go all the way down. I open my eyes. I let the water slowly bring me back up. It is green and foamy. I make it back up. I start to swim slowly. I get tired fast I don’t remember the last time I swam. We have a forty minute walk through and around the rivers mountains and rocks. If I swim back a few minutes back to the other side I’ll have no energy. I stop the current slowly pulls me back. I drift to the nearest rocks. I don’t want to give it my all to swim back. C gives me a pep talks and swims across with me. The tour guide is swimming behind me. His hat is still on backwards. We make it back. We walk across and slowly dry off. My slippers continue to have me slip around and wobble. I walk back again with my bare feet. My but bites are scraped and cut from slipping along rocks. We make it back.

On the way back we start to dry off as we get on and off at different parts of the ride.

We stop and say hello to a man and school children. The children come and kiss us on the cheeks and say good morning. A smile glides across my face. ‘Just sweet children going to school’, I’m told. I don’t think the driver knows anyone either. Here everyone knows everyone.