|Me: Viewing Gocta Waterfalls|
|Beautiful ferns, the spiral is called a Koru, |
in Maori and represents new life.
For instance, in Spanish, it's common to say, "It broke." In English, it's more proper to say: "He broke it," or "I broke it," or "The cat broke it." (I never liked this part about the Spanish language - as it always reflected the belief in some mysterious force or luck acting on people, absolving the principle of accountability.)
|Reminds me of the road to the Temple of Doom|
|The bottom of the top of Gocta cascade,|
the water crashes into the first basin.
|The top cascade of Gocta|
After, the guide from their group met us. He told us to be careful going down, to look for fossils, and to only cross the swing bridge one person as a time. We thanked him.
Solan walked it the fastest, then me, then Dimitri. On this journey down, Dimitri told me about stories from his young past - which made me sad to hear. I can't really post it on here. All I can say and repeat is that it was sad to hear. I can't imagine growing up in such a world.
While getting to the bottom, we saw caves with a lot of spiders. It reminded me of Stephen King's It for some reason, and the spider would turn into big monster and change into our greatest fears manifest. We'd have to kill it to be free. When I told Solan, she scolded me and said to stop talking about such scary things.
|Swimming at the bottom of the basin;|
|See the shell fossils, the whole area was under sea|
thousands of years ago.
He says, "You need to get back to the valley before 6:30. The last ride goes back then."
I say, "Hot water. Wifi. Clean rooms."
She understands. She asks for a name. The French don't have one, but I do.
"I like it." Then she writes it down in a notebook.