ROAD TRIP! We drove a long way to the KwaZulu-Natal Province in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the 2nd Highest Waterfall in the world...the world! We picked a day that was misty as ever, cold and wet, raining and depressing. Sharpest tools in the shed.
With my bad ankles, pants drenched and expensive camera in my bag, my mood wavered and I was ready to turn back at about halfway. The rain started to fall and the smell of baboon shite wafted through the air. The setting was romantic ;)
We reached the viewpoint for the falls....nothing but mist. OOOOOHHHH I was annoyed.
We came to a point where we could not find our way back without going back the way we came, which we did not want to do. We considered jumping in the water and taking a route between two cliffs, this almost became a reality. Lucky the others found a route and we managed to make our way back.
Linn and Feddy, our German family, went ahead and Kellie and I stayed back to explore a little.
Kellie was walking along some smooth rocks, looking down into a crevice that had a beautiful pool in it and featured some scary looking rocks. As I sat and watched, horror struck and Kellie slipped on the rock, wet from the rain. As she screamed, she slid down the curved rock and managed to find some friction, halting her slide. I screamed at her not move but her first instinct, as is anyone's, is to try and get up. She slid further down. I knew that panicking would make her panic, would also mean I would fall after her in my haste to haul her back up. There was nothing to hold onto, no foot hold, no hand hold, the shape of the rock was the only thing holding Kellie up as it rounded before the drop-off.
I reached down with my foot, with nothing to hold onto, Kellie reached with her fingertips and grabbed onto my toes, thank you Mum and Dad for giving me short genes. ;)
My foot was not enough, I rubbed my knees against the rock until I had a grip that I felt would support the weight of us both and if I was wrong, we were both going down. I reached down and grabbed kellies gloved hands. The horrible idea that the gloves would slip off of her hand as I tried to haul her up was prominent in my mind. We were lucky.
Together we worked to get her up off the cliff, very slowly and carefully. The shock still remains and never have I been more frightened in my life, let alone the fear Kellie must have felt. We embraced, we moved away from the cliff and just breathed. We looked back at the spot from where she could have fallen, if so, she would have landed either on her head on the bed of rocks at the side of the pool, or on her legs on the same set of rocks, depending on how she fell from the cliff.
This was the most frightening moment of my life.
We watched Germany lose to France and that capped off our trip.