In the afternoon it was time for the cannyoning, which literally means “walking down waterfalls”. I wasn’t experienced in that kind of sport at all, but it was great fun from the very first minute. In the beginning I thought it would be scary to walk down a 35 meter high waterfall, attached to nothing more then a rope, but in the end I couldn’t get enough of it. I almost lost my glasses when I slipped on one of the waterfalls and got under the water stream, but my travel-mate Craig did an excellent job in finding them again. At the last waterfall, which is called the “Dragon Mouth, I slipped again, this time I bumped a rock, which was a very painful experience.
After the return to our Inn and a nice dinner Craig and I visited Selvatura again. It was already getting dark and started raining when we entered the walkway. We where the only people on the track and it was a very special experience. I couldn’t see much of the rainforest, sometimes I had no clue of where I was going or if I’m even on the track. The sound of raindrops, birds, monkeys, and all different kinds of animals was something I didn’t experience during the day and altogether created a completely different atmosphere then during the day.