Dunn’s Falls. Favorite excursion of the trip so far. Although I heard some people say they didn’t like the artificiality of the port we docked at in Jamaica (which had been funded by Royal Caribbean expressly to accommodate the large cruise ship we had taken), I was happy to overlook that because I thoroughly enjoyed checking out the underground caves in the morning and especially, spending the afternoon climbing up a 1,000 foot waterfall.
I think the more active adventures are the ones that mean the most to me. They’re the ones that actually create an impression. I mean, that of course stands to reason, right?
But it’s the experience of swimming with dolphins or getting lost in a public bus or checking out an Aztec ruin that provide you with the greater return. Not the sitting around or walking from here there or waiting at a food line to gobble up the next round of buffet style food, like pigs at a trough.
No, it’s the thrill of the chase. Feet cautiously moving forward to find the next safe stone, hands linked with Corb to move up to the next spot in the waterfall, warmish blue water cascading down and splashing your legs. A quick dip into deeper hole created over thousands of years by nature.
I’d give anything just to hang out by the waterfall at Dunn’s Falls for a day or two.
I think it may become a go to spot in my mind. Like sitting and dreaming at King Arthurs Seat in Scotland, years ago, when I was an actor at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.
It’s good to have connections in your mind from all across the world.