At first our walk just consisted of happy rock-hopping to
avoid stepping in the shallow water and getting our shoes soaked. The real
adventure began when it become impossible to hop from rock to rock and we had
to move onto land on one side of the ravine. That would have been a piece of
cake if the “land” wasn’t covered in thick bushes and thorny plants that we had
to force our way through. And there was an abundance of those deceptively
pretty flowers attached to thorny stems that inflict poison into your skin to
produce red and slightly swollen scratches if you dare to come into their
territory.
Sometimes we were forced to go out into the open, away from
the water and bushes, and then had to put up with the humid sun. Then, when it
was again possible, we would curve back downwards to the ravine. Once we had to
climb up a small, but steep, wet rock-face since our way was once-again blocked
by resentful shrubbery. Later, after we had walked awhile, we climbed back
downwards, using a small, sapling of a tree for support. At one spot, we even
startled a deer, which, poor thing, disappeared out of sight instantaneously.
We crawled under fallen trees, along the bank while clinging onto whatever we
could and, believe me, I nearly slipped several times on this venture.
Finally, we had well-earned rest on a big, flat rock where
we chewed on dried mango strips and ate thick slices of banana bread smeared
with butter. We sat there for awhile, just listening to the beautiful sound of
flowing water and looking up at the sun shimmering on the leaves that made up
the sky above our heads. We then took the road instead of the “jungle” on the
walk back home, our arms and legs bearing proof of a battle with thorns,
branches and mud. There is something satisfying about those scratches and mud
patches though; they are the evidence that we braved and survived a trek
through the “jungle”………….
All pictures taken by Jess Leigh