A few weeks ago Saad, Ryan and I took a drive down to (i)Naka to ride some logs. While the intended activity was a great time, one of the greatest surprises from the outing was a set of falls that we discovered along the way. Because we gave ourselves some leeway, there was time to explore the whole of the area. We had so much fun jumping from rocks into pools of water, but we left having not conquering the biggest set of falls. Dissatisfied, I was able to talk a few people into driving down with me. That wasn’t really very hard though, since having seen our pictures from the time before they knew how much fun it would be. Hannah, Edwin, his visiting friend Louisa and myself set a date and made it happen.
The weather was a bit rainy in the morning, which was a bit discouraging. The sparking blue waters were part of what made it so magical to us the first time. The rain dried up and we decided to chance it, leaving around 10am. I must have been excited to get there, since I spent the whole ride there testing the limits of my car as I wound through the twisted single-lane mountain road. I was loving the ‘challenge’ of it, and amazing my passengers were coping with me well enough. After about two hours on the road we arrived at our oasis of joy and got right to it.
The gang, minus me
We shed some clothes and I led them toward the large back pool where we could adjust to the refreshing water and climb behind the waterfall. My guests were very impressed with these formations and eventually we made it down to the pool where we did our jumping before. Edwin and I had some good fun here, though I leveled up from my first visit by making a front flip happen. I was pretty worried at first, since either over or under rotating would have been rather painful from this height.
There was a lower bowl that I decided to jump into. I knew that getting out of this area might be impossible, short of jumping down from the main falls. I didn’t mind being trapped here, since I really did want to jump from the big falls, it was one of the reasons why I was even here for the second time in as many weeks. Hannah especially was questioning my decision, but eventually allowed me to go be a bit crazy. I walked up the the edge and realized that it was pretty high. It took two seconds for a rock to hit the water, so by my math I was jumping from about 64 feet. I had dome some big jumping in The Philippines, but this was my highest so far.
Having no other option, and an overwhelming conviction to do it, I got myself right to the edge and waited for my friends to get in position to film it – I needed to have proof of it. There was a surveyor who was measuring the road from where they were going to watch and he got pretty excited about my jump too. They asked him if I would be OK, to which he said I’d probably be fine, but also that Japanese people wouldn’t do something like this. I had to fight off some biting flies as I stood on the edge but after shouting “BIG BOY ROUND!” I went for it. Felt like quite a fall, and I made it without any problems and was met with cheers and applause when I surfaced. Once I returned to the rest of the crew, we chatted a bit and then took off for home again, stopping only at a little restaurant up in the middle of nowhere.
A short compilation