My plan was to get up early and walk up to the viewpoint for sunrise. But as soon as I looked outside I saw everything was obscured by fog. So I got back in bed.
What would I do today? Not only was it foggy, it was cold again. My plans were scuttled. I had breakfast and killed some time. Eventually I figured I should go see the waterfall I couldn’t find yesterday. So I headed back towards the way I came into town on my motorbike.
When I arrived, nobody was collecting the entrance fee. I wasn’t sure where to go, so I wandered down the wrong trail. As soon as I stepped away from the main road, which was not busy, I was in a quiet, idyllic valley. There was one little hut, and a few fallow fields. I wandered through and came to a stream. The hills surrounded me. I wondered what was on the other side of the hills? Probably more peaceful, empty valleys. The trails ended so I headed back to the road.
I found the correct trail and followed it. It went higher, and I looked down on the valley I was in. This trail was easy to follow and I walked to the stream. Then the stream was became the trail. Eventually I came to the first waterfall. There was a bamboo staircase, so I climbed it.
That lead to the second waterfall. There were some bamboo rails to hang onto, so I climbed up it. I could see the third waterfall. It looked like there was more bamboo to hang onto, but it got more perilous. There wasn’t a soul around, and I wasn’t sure what was ahead, so I turned back.
Like yesterday, I did not see a single foreigner. What do all the foreigner in town do here?
THis trail was so peaceful and beautiful I decided to do the guided “100 waterfalls trek” tomorrow.
