We had to cross fast moving streams using the local bridges: tree limbs laid across the water and sometimes held together by wires. Wider sections even had a smaller branch attached higher for a hand-hold. But we made it up to the falls, a beautiful sliver of water that descends straight down for 120 feet to the bottom, throwing up a fine spray that mingled nicely with the rain. Our guide was a very nice young lady who explained about the reforestation that was being encouraged in the local area, even as she was getting me to avoid the dung heaps on the way down. She owned the farmland we walked on and proudly showed us the groves of trees that her family had planted over the years.
After giving my driver his wet slicker back, we clambered into the tricycle for the rest of the whirlwind tour. He was determined that we should see all the sights possible in the time we had available, even when we insisted that it didn't matter if we missed something if he would just take it a little slower, please. As it was, we passed along the waterfront in a cramped, enclosed contraption that you couldn't see out of, anyway. At least it was dry. The driver was good enough to stop at several spots long enough for us to pop out and look at the view before squeezing back in again. He showed us a couple of beautiful beaches and rock formations before we stopped for lunch at a resort on the Blue Lagoon.
Despite the weather, we were impressed by the cleanliness of the town. Signs were posted warning of an anti-littering law, which we had never seen here before, and we even saw a recycling bin. The people seemed more easy-going and the streets were a lot less chaotic. The air was fresh, if a little dampish.
We may come back and stay awhile. Surely it is not really rainy season in the north yet.
W
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