One of our "local" falls as we began to refer to them, opposite camp

 

 

After our arrival, welcome, room allocation, lunch and a quick siesta. Danielle our guide asked if we would like to go on a local adventure, to have a dip at the beach, walk under a falls, over a falls and back. Up we all jumped. We walked down to our local falls, turned left and entered the woods. Our path was a gentle rise for about half an hour. Then we steeply went down to a beautiful beach.

 

 

  

 

 

The group, Playita Beach and looking toward The falls we were to walk under

 

 

  

 

 

We left the beach with Danielle telling us about the area. We saw the sign leading to the falls, wended our way along the path. Clothes off, cameras in bin bags.

 

 

   

 

 

Needless to say the beauty helped as I braved the cold water shower. I had no choice by this point, so I focused on Bear and went for it along the slippery track

 

 

  

 

 

Danielle said she had never seen so little water falling over, I was pleased actually. We couldn't hear anything for the roar of the water

 

 

 

 

Playita Beach seen from our vantage point from the other side of Salto El Sapo Falls - Frog Falls

 

 

  

 

 

We carried on through woods and saw this private hidey-hole that was the 'thinking' place of Thomas Bernal (the man who founded our base camp). Then we were up above the falls enjoying the view.

 

 

 

 

The colours up here were astounding.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite getting soaked under the falls, we were completely dry crossing over the top. As we wandered back I couldn't resist watching these leafcutters on the trot, their luggage made them look like green sails

 

 

 

 

By the time we passed our local, Salto Hacha - Axe Falls the light was perfect for this richly coloured shot

 

 

Then it was back to base camp, shower, supper, our first tutorial playing Mexican Train Dominoes (with up to twelve's on each - instead of sixes - so good we bought a set later on) and an early night as tomorrow it's off via canoe to the Angel Falls - cannot wait. This evening at supper another title was given - not by us. It was noted the many times Anne and Alan disappeared together to their "round pink house" when their room mates Pat and Mike were still with the group. Tittle Tattle abounded and the result ended up as Alan taking the title Safety Executive Manager - shortened to SEX. I'll make no comment.