Lololima Waterfall

Dad and I set out on an adventure today to find this waterfall someone had told us about. After the second bus driver turned us down, we decided to catch a ride outside of town and then jump on another bus. After about ten minutes an empty bus pulled up and asked where we were going. The bus driver was a friendly guy who wanted to know where we were from and all the usual stuff. He admitted he had never been to the waterfall and wasn’t quite sure where it was once we’d been riding along about fifteen minutes. We saw some guys on the road and a man in a truck and the bus driver asked nicely if we minded if he asked them for directions…of course we said okay. The local guy said to ask the white man in the truck because he was the owner of the land. He said we were indeed going the right way and then said “yea hope you don’t get lost…” This was a bit discouraging since we had no idea where we were going. The bus driver stopped at the gate and just after I paid him asked if dad and I would come to the window. He then proceeded to pray for us and our journey to the waterfall and asked God to keep us safe. Now at this point dad and I are a little bit worried. Not only was there a cemetery next to the dirt road but the bus driver felt like he needed to pray for us. Dad and I set out a little unsure of ourselves…after about an hour walk though we found the waterfall. We snapped some pics, had a snack and managed to make it back to the dirt road before sun down. A truck driver who was taking some kids home from school dropped us off in town and refused any money. The kids were in French school and seemed impressed when we jumped into their conversation. We got some cold drinks, showered (and the hot water was on!) and shared some vegetable soup before calling it a day.