Kloofing

I’m not entirely sure what the English phrase is, I suppose something like rock jumping, maybe base jumping without a shute, I don’t know. Basically you find a really… really high rock, grab your balls and jump into the pool below, trying your utmost not to scream like a little girl and hurt yourself upon impact.

After another 45 minute hike (I think I’m gonna be a pro pretty soon) we got to the first pool, really serene, lots of sun, an awesome undisturbed natural rock pool with that beautiful brown tannin coloured water (no really it is beautiful) and a few menacing rocks hanging rather high above. To be honest they didn’t look that high, until of course you’re standing on them looking down, not something you get used to. Upon arriving at the area, I rather loudly declared ‘The top one? No problem’ yeah sure, until I got up there, it wasn’t long before I decided it may be wise to try out the smaller one first, so after two smaller jumps (still damn high) I plucked up the courage, stupidity or whatever you want to call it and took the plunge, a few seconds of freefalling is quite a rush, until of course you hit the water, bang! Oh yes, I’m supposed to put my arms in before I hit the water, ha ha.