Biasevu Waterfall

After going to see the waterfall last time, with Sonny, I'd totally hyped up the enjoyment factor for the kids. I told them of the cool kids in the village that would escort us along the path to get there, how they could chat with them about what they had in common, how they would jump from the rocks into the cooling waters under the waterfall with them, laughing the whole time, and just like that, become lifelong buddies.

Another rose-coloured, romanticised version of events-in-my-head that didn't quite play out on paper – or mud, as the case was.

Day 1 waterfall attempt was marred by stormy clouds and a late start. A little dawdle here and there to take photos, I love this washing line…

…and the bridge-jumpers…

… and by the time we got to the village it was clear the only people walking the path to the waterfall would be doing so for bathing purposes only – not for inconvenient tourists like us. Not that they made us feel like that. It was just late.

Waterfall Day 2. We set out earlier. The day was drier. So was the washing…

….it all looked promising.

Only problem was, there were none of the kids around to walk with us.

That, and the fact that about 10mins into our muddy path we were pounded with torrential rain!

Cameras were triple-bagged, but we got soaked to the bones. We reached the waterfall, some 20mins later, in time to watch it triple in size to become a wall of muddy water. Forget about jumping from the rocks, kids, you couldn't even swim in the pool! The wind generated in the valley by the falling water was phenomenal.

Lucky they had built a shelter up there for us to huddle under, and that's all we could really do