We arrived at the entrance to the park around 11AM, where we paid a small entrance fee and picked up a guide to lead us on the trail. After pulling up our socks in defense of possible fire ants (oh wait, that was just me) and applying cancerous amounts of DEET to ward off mosquitos, we hit the Sunday-empty trail.
The experience is much better described visually:
Do I remind you of someone? Channeling my inner Jake Botts (for those of you blessed to know my fashion-forward brother): high socks, a cut off tank, Wayfarers, and a Jansport backpack.
Natural cave formation in the rocks
En route from the twin tree to the falls. We passed through a beautiful meadow... It smelled so outdoorsy and wonderful after weeks of constant sewage aroma in Kasoa.
Isaac left us on our own after making sure we could make it back to the base of the trail. We wasted no time getting in the water.
Best day trip to date! I was so thrilled to see a region that had more nature to offer than our urban home base of Kasoa. A Sunday well spent.
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