Abhi and I went to find some waterfalls today outside of Granada that we had heard whispers of on the internet and from locals over the past few days. Our adventure wasn’t off to a good start. we didn’t get mobilised until about 3pm and because of an old timetable we just missed our hourly bus out of the city.
After a beer and tapas we finally boarded the bus and were on our way to a small village called Monachil. A blog on the interwebs had some “detailed” directions with some pictures, but we soon learned that either the guy was taking the piss by having us climb hills and trespass in 40 degree siesta heat, or the waterfalls, rivers and canyons had completely shifted place over the past year. Either way, we went the complete wrong direction at the start.
Eventually we decided to ignore the directions and do the logical thing, walk up stream. However we still weren’t too sure we were going the right way. After about 20 mins of near vertical hiking on hot roads under the blaring sun Abhi threw in the towel and headed back for civilisation as he had to catch a bus that afternoon. I however decided to push on, as there are two things that I cannot resist, waterfalls and swimming under them.
After Abhi left it was only about ten minutes on that I was confident I was getting close. And sure enough (after a very steep climb over a peak) I saw the sweet glistening of a rushing waterfall and a rickety rope bridge. Hazaaa!!! The rope bridge lead into a big gorge where heaps of people were rock climbing up the walls. Further up the river you had to sometimes literally crawl under and around rocks jutting out from the sides over the path.
A little further up stream I found into my two buddies from Melbourne Siri and Ella who I had simultaneously couch surfed with in Holland (Days 36, 37). After a while of soaking my feet in the freezing snowmelt water, some leftover watermelon and beer we headed back as a group of humans and one small orange coated feline which had somehow been found and adopted for the day. Along the way we had to leave the poor kitty behind and hope it found its way home. A little further on we came across an apparent lost pug dog. And then it hit me, This was milo and otis trying to find each other! They had come all the way to spain (if you don’t know what milo and otis is, I highly recommend you go and watch it and then re-sit your childhood exams).
