A Gentle Stroll By The River
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Today after breakfast Coralia, Roberto & Elena set off to climb the mountain, Sarah was off in Pavones, Kim off doing yoga stuff and Kelly was busy catching up with Maikol. I decided to go off for the leisurely stroll they told me about that follows the river up behind the village.
My directions were to follow the path that leads behind the waterfall. Well there is no path at the waterfall so I thought I would climb up behind it. There was no path but a giant log spanning a bit of a fall that led up to another level which presummably is where the path begins its journey.
There was no path. The log led up to the river. I had come this far so no point in going back, just yet. I tied my boots around my neck and set off through the river barefoot.
Someone once said that you should walk into the forest and leave your own path behind you. Its kind of the road less travelled kind of stuff. I guess I like that kind of thing. It makes a normal mundane activity like walking along a river winding through a forest into an activity packed with excitment and wonder.
It was a great walk. The banks of the river were extremly steep and potentially unclimbable but I reassured myself that if a flash flood was to happen I could always grab one of those jungle vines and climb my way out that way. If Tarzan can do it, anyone could.
When I left the station house, Kelly reminded me of the deadly snakes that are around here. Thanks for that by the way. I dont know why it came to mind when it did but as I lost my footing on a rock and was plumeting back to earth onto my back, I found myself contemplating what these snakes would look like and if anyone would ever find me up here.
As I turned my head from its new found sandy pillow, I came eye to eye with evil serpent of my nightmares. We had a staring contest for many minutes until I realised that the snake was dead. Of course I could have taken on the snake myself, unfortunately somebody had gotten there before me.
The landscape is like a piece of music, if its not taken at the right tempo, it won't feel right. Even a bicycle goes too fast. There is something very primal about walking somewhere. It teaches us patience. Walking lets us think. Really think. Angels whisper to man when he goes for a walk. Perhaps that is just our deepest thoughts and true feelings coming to light.
After a few hours of being alone with my thoughts and treking my way along, it began to rain. Knowing it could last a long time, I decied to get the hell out of dodge just in case the rain did produce a flash food down my way.
Oh and the truth behind why I fell....I thought I would try swinging on the vines. Tarzan lied. Its not as easy as it looks....