I'm basically a gazelle.
This weekend we made our way out to Merangu Waterfalls (or as Mr. Munzari calls them, "jumpy waterfalls"). Mr. Munzari drove us all there in his pimped-out station wagon (think velvet covered dashboard and tissue box draped in golden tassels.) It was amazing. So beautiful. Very jungle like. Lots of flowers and very solitary. (Sarah is talking to someone behind me and just described it as, "It was like walking into a picture." Exactly.) We made our way through this little pathway and then jumped off the cliff into freezing cold water. I'd say the jump was about 30 feet high. I was so scared... partly because I was thinking about the actual jump, and partly because I kept thinking of that episode of Grey's Anatomy where the guy goes swimming in mysterious waters in the Amazon and has a creepy fish swim inside him in a rather unpleasant manner.
.. As a result, I was having serious stomach pains the whole way there. I'm sure my pains were not at all eased by the fact that I was laying on the floor of the trunk of the station wagon, staring out the back window while we bumped along the dirt roads. But when it came down to it, I jumped 4 times and got some sweet pictures. And a nice huge bruise on my butt from an unfortunate, fluke landing. Who knew water could do that to you???
On the way home we asked Mr. Munzari to sing us a song. In true Munzari fashion, he proceeded to make up a little jingle that went a little something like this, "OH MARANGU WATER FALLS, MARANGU WATER FALLS, IT WAS SO GOOOOD..."... and then sang it again and again. I truly wish every single person could meet this man. Instant entertainment.