Standing on the edge and I had to come down, there was no other way, just down…

I put a foot forward and moved ahead involuntarily. I was so scared that I could not see myself shaking and laughing helplessly. I would move little by little and the terrible would slope push me forward, I fell a few times though throwing myself from behind in the fear of rolling over with my head forward.

The ground was crispy and wet, but not muddy, and the soft soil, which had lost its vegetation due to the recent floods, would sink in beneath your feet and a sudden slip would mean going down all the way. When I reached the lowest point, my companion took my hand and lifted me. I got up and tried to make it look like everything is perfect, by dusting the dirt off my clothes but expecting another steep slope, but it seemed easier to continue.

I took a deep breath and said: I can do the rest myself!

The roaring sound of the river occupying my mind seems much closer now and I wanted to return as soon as possible to the reproachful moans of the river on the flat ground.

We walked along the path and all I could think about was finding the rest of the group until I heard a voice and realized that they had settled in a place and were waiting for us.

Seeing my friends, even though I was very tired and overwhelmed with panic and fatigue, suddenly felt a heavy burden lifted from my shoulders and felt light.

Everyone was waiting for us to have breakfast and I tried to put my scary adventure aside. It was a long road ahead to the waterfall and we had to find it.

to be continued...