The ride to the Falls at Tamul started off on beautiful fresh new black tarmac, and got steadily worse, until the 3 hogs were hobbling along the rutted dirt/sand road at a meagre 10mph.The road started off promising, then got better as we reached a beautiful swathe of fresh new blacktop. This ran out after about 3 miles and we switched to gravel, then dirt, then a lunar landscape. The 3 Harleys trundled along slowly along these roads for a good hour at a meagre 10 mph until we reached Tamul, less than a mile from the waterfalls. But it was one mile more than I didn’t want to do on the Harley. I parked at the top and Jacquie and I changed to our swimmers and walked to the river.
From there it was a 2 hour canoe ride, with the five of us paddling-some more than others.
We stopped off along the way at a cave where we could swing on a Tarzan rope and jump into the clear waters of the cave, before heading further upstream to reach the falls. A short hike from where the boat let us off led up to the falls and made for a spectacular view point.I hiked up to the base of the falls, and swan in the pools beneath before rejoining the group and the canoe.

We made our way back elated and refreshed, and after a shared meal together we went our separate ways.