I watch Russel, Sophie and Anais climbing the mud to reach the water level, up above, for my sense of balance is telling me it’s enough for the day (and what a wonderful idea to come here wearing a skirt, again when I thought about waterfalls I thought “lovely track” whereas in New Zealand it always means mud, dirt, and climbing something.)
And we go there. We actually go down there. At this very moment, I switch on the automatic pilot button. I’m following Anais. I put one foot in front of the other. I put my hands on muddy rocks. I slide on my ass. I twist myself in unlikely poses. I move forward. Step by step. Baby steps. Slowly, but surely. We get deeper and deeper into the dark cave. And after some time, we have our feet into the water. It’s cold, it’s dark, but it doesn’t matter.