We rested in a shady grove of trees by the river, then continued to the hardest part of the trail, a steep slope with rough stones made into a long winding set of stairs.
At the top was a metal fence with a sign asking people not to throw rocks down on other people. The fence and surrounding trees were covered with old rags tied to branches and poles. A little above the fence was a shady overlook where I sat admiring the 80m stream of water plummeting below to a small beach surrounded by steep cliffs.
As we were admiring the waterfall, a big group of people, mostly women and girls, arrived, somehow managing the ascent wearing pretty sandals and flip flops. One had taken off her shoes and climbed barefoot.
