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I walked behind a waterfall

My adventure exploring the biggest waterfall in Honduras

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I can feel billions of mist particles crashing on my skin as I enter the proximity of the force. My bare feet walk on the moss-covered rocky surface. Holding on to the attached ropes on the wall, I follow our guide as he leads us closer to the vast streams of water. Water crashing on our bodies from all directions, the splash is so strong that I can barely see anything. I keep my head down and continue to carefully walk forward following the direction of the ropes. My legs are trembling with each step that I take, knowing that it can be the end of me if I let go of the rope. Finally, my hands reach the end of the rope. The pounding subside and I can see clearer. Rays of sunshine peek through the cracks of the cliff walls. Then I look up. I’m standing behind one of the largest waterfalls in Central America. The look from my point of view is magnificent. Endless gallons of pounding water gushed down from the top of the cliff. I just stood there, silently witnessing the power of nature at its best.
My adventure started in a small town called Pena Blanca, Honduras. Settled on the foothills of Santa Barbara Mountain National Park in western Honduras, this charming lake-town is the base camp for travelers wishing to explore the natural beauty of the area. Together with a group of friends, I set on a 2.5 hours journey from San Pedro Sula; Honduras’ second largest city. I cramped into a “Rapidito,” which literally means “the little fast one;” a kind of minivan used as public transportation in the region. We settled in a lovely and cozy hotel which also serves as a micro-brewery, nestled among a lush garden setting. After a long day of travelling, I decided to sleep early and get ready for the real adventure tomorrow. My morning was welcomed with “Baleadas” which is a piece of flour tortilla filled with re-fried beans, eggs, cheese, and Mantequilla (the Honduran version of sour cream), plus an awesome cup of coffee.
Shortly after breakfast, we went to visit the 140-foot tall Pulhapanzak, the largest and most picturesque waterfall in Honduras, situated among the lush forest of Honduras’ high lands. There were options to walk behind the waterfalls, taking on the rope course, or simply to walk around the premises while admiring the serene beauty of surrounding nature. I was afraid and totally nervous about it, but in the end I decided to do the guided walk-behind-the-waterfall tour. I signed a consent letter stating that I won’t sue the company should I lose my life from the trip; not a very exciting prospect to think about. Nevertheless, the experience was incredible and filled with many adrenaline-pumping moments. I walked through pools of water, and jumped off several cliffs before following a guided trail on attached rope reaching the spot behind the waterfall.
I close my eyes and letting the sound of water overwhelm my senses. Then I start laughing, because I just realized that in the midst of this admirable force of nature—I am insignificant in strength. I feel small and fragile knowing that this gushing stream of water can pull me in so fast that I’ll be gone before I realized it. I am humbled and I feel accomplished. I have gained what I secretly hoped for when I came. It’s here; behind a waterfall hidden in the deep jungle of Honduras that I’ve found something I’ve been trying to shape: courage.

Posted by stenivan 01:10 Archived in Honduras Tagged waterfalls travel adventure honduras central_america courage Comments (0)

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