Playing in the Waterfalls - reminiscing my imagination circa 1947 - 50's
As a child, I was always terrified of playing in the deep oceanic waters not too far from our house. Perhaps it was the unexpected depth of the ocean reef that scared me most or the shark infested waters. Headed for the jungle was a favorite pastime for us as we avoided the bustling traffic of the city and headed for the tropical rain forest nearby and within walking distance of the city limits.
The fact that the deep blue ocean, surrounded by white tropical beaches was more than a busy tourist attraction to those not native to visiting our islands, our little village was a very popular spot, and made us look for other places to hide and play away from the crowed as we headed into the deeply colored green landscape and fresh water streams and rivers.
On the island, we had our own mystical sights of some well-hidden wonders of the world deep inside our shameless pristine and virgin emerald green tropical rain forests. A light mist formed the leaved trees hiding the lagoon from the general view of passersby who happen to travel the remote areas outside the city bustling with merchants and tourists.
The crystal clear waterfalls located high upon the volcanic rock cliffs encircling the blue lagoon, filled with swift moving water, resonated a deafening sound that was music to our ears as it signaled the natural sounds of the jungle. The water, clear down to about five feet deep, was moving rapidly around the protruding volcanic rocks embedded thousands of years ago by the local volcanic eruptions.
Rushing from the top of the cliff, the waterfall created a rustling sound that invited you to take off your clothes and skinny dip or just bathe your body bare and clean.
The glass sharp pulverized volcanic rock made walking bare footed risky as we all wore sandals made out of discarded tires.
Hardened ash turned into soft stone covered the edges of the pool that was shaped in bizarre shapes resembling erosion and weathered pieces of landscape material. Carved out by the monsoon rains this lagoon was a hidden paradise not known to many except those who lived here.
In this enclave of peace and tranquility, nothing was terrifying or frightening to us. We felt completely safe within our circle of innocence as we shared precious moments of joy and happiness in this secret appealingly rare and serene waterfall reserve.
Perplexed why nobody knew of this place, few dared speak out loud of this hiding place where you could meditate and connect your soul with nature and the animals that lived there. Hiding in the trees, there were monkeys jumping and screeching out loudly.
From a distance, these waterfalls were viciously perilous to travel and to journey within these pits of sharp rocks filled with poisonous pit vipers and tree hugging animals took courage only the native people possessed and endured. No stranger could endure or be prepared to survive such a setting or environment without the proper care and vigilance required to remain safe.
Dwelling in the shadows of these waterfalls gave us security and peaceful feelings. until the rest of the world was ready for you to meet this miraculous setting of tranquility.
For the most part, the jungle was quiet except for the waterfalls singing loudly in the background as the height of the two-hundred-foot descent slammed the water to the ground, crashing and splashing the wetness violently onto the rocks and surrounding waters.
One could tell, that once upon a time the pumice, or chunks of solidified lava, rained from the sky littering the landscape with lusciously green forest and tall green grass that was fertilized by the rich ash and minerals spewed by the local volcanoes.
While full of expressible delight and splendor, these hidden crevices of Mother Nature’s beauty can be deadly as it is filled with creatures infested in these jungles. Every cave, every hidden corner and every tree lurked danger but as children, we were oblivious to such risks as this was a place of pleasure and not considered perilous or daring.
As a child, I was always terrified of playing in the deep oceanic waters not too far from our house. Perhaps it was the unexpected depth of the ocean reef that scared me most or the shark infested waters. Headed for the jungle was a favorite pastime for us as we avoided the bustling traffic of the city and headed for the tropical rain forest nearby and within walking distance of the city limits.
The fact that the deep blue ocean, surrounded by white tropical beaches was more than a busy tourist attraction to those not native to visiting our islands, our little village was a very popular spot, and made us look for other places to hide and play away from the crowed as we headed into the deeply colored green landscape and fresh water streams and rivers.
On the island, we had our own mystical sights of some well-hidden wonders of the world deep inside our shameless pristine and virgin emerald green tropical rain forests. A light mist formed the leaved trees hiding the lagoon from the general view of passersby who happen to travel the remote areas outside the city bustling with merchants and tourists.
The crystal clear waterfalls located high upon the volcanic rock cliffs encircling the blue lagoon, filled with swift moving water, resonated a deafening sound that was music to our ears as it signaled the natural sounds of the jungle. The water, clear down to about five feet deep, was moving rapidly around the protruding volcanic rocks embedded thousands of years ago by the local volcanic eruptions.
Rushing from the top of the cliff, the waterfall created a rustling sound that invited you to take off your clothes and skinny dip or just bathe your body bare and clean.
The glass sharp pulverized volcanic rock made walking bare footed risky as we all wore sandals made out of discarded tires.
Hardened ash turned into soft stone covered the edges of the pool that was shaped in bizarre shapes resembling erosion and weathered pieces of landscape material. Carved out by the monsoon rains this lagoon was a hidden paradise not known to many except those who lived here.
In this enclave of peace and tranquility, nothing was terrifying or frightening to us. We felt completely safe within our circle of innocence as we shared precious moments of joy and happiness in this secret appealingly rare and serene waterfall reserve.
Perplexed why nobody knew of this place, few dared speak out loud of this hiding place where you could meditate and connect your soul with nature and the animals that lived there. Hiding in the trees, there were monkeys jumping and screeching out loudly.
From a distance, these waterfalls were viciously perilous to travel and to journey within these pits of sharp rocks filled with poisonous pit vipers and tree hugging animals took courage only the native people possessed and endured. No stranger could endure or be prepared to survive such a setting or environment without the proper care and vigilance required to remain safe.
Dwelling in the shadows of these waterfalls gave us security and peaceful feelings. until the rest of the world was ready for you to meet this miraculous setting of tranquility.
For the most part, the jungle was quiet except for the waterfalls singing loudly in the background as the height of the two-hundred-foot descent slammed the water to the ground, crashing and splashing the wetness violently onto the rocks and surrounding waters.
One could tell, that once upon a time the pumice, or chunks of solidified lava, rained from the sky littering the landscape with lusciously green forest and tall green grass that was fertilized by the rich ash and minerals spewed by the local volcanoes.
While full of expressible delight and splendor, these hidden crevices of Mother Nature’s beauty can be deadly as it is filled with creatures infested in these jungles. Every cave, every hidden corner and every tree lurked danger but as children, we were oblivious to such risks as this was a place of pleasure and not considered perilous or daring.
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