Then, we were met with the base of the waterfall – and things started to get hard.
We were literally climbing up rocks. By the first waterfall, the couple had gone back to the village. The rocks were pretty slippery and my shoes didn’t grip so well.
But, it was an adventure, and although the sky was starting to grey over there wasn’t any rain yet. As we climbed higher the views became more and more incredible
Reaching the third waterfall at Setti Fatma was a great feeling. The climb wasn’t easy (I might have fallen over at one point…) and we all felt a little proud that we had made it to the top – it was a little achievement.
We took photographs and admired the view and the crashing water. We sat down for a drink and waited for one member of our group who had strayed up the side of the mountain…
Suddenly, we heard a clap of thunder. Shortly c level executive list after, it started to spit with rain. Group member retrieved by our hero of a guide, we started out descent.