A couple of days ago we were in Wondo Genet. It's surrounded by mountains and beautiful nature so we decided to go trekking to a waterfall in the mountains 3500 meters above sea level. Sanna felt ill in the morning so Malin and myself went alone with our 2 local guides. Their English was good enough in order to understand each other (sometimes). We knew it would take 2 hours to get there and 1 hour to get back so it would be perfect to have lunch with Sanna upon our return around 12. The path was rough and steep, but luckily it was cloudy and we walked mostly in the forest with sun protection from the trees. At some points we had to cross streaming rivers on rotten timber or lean towards a slippery cliff in order not to fall backwards down the river. On the way we saw monkeys and a beautiful landscape, but the path started going more up and down and I wondered if it really would take half the time walking down, as it was rather steep downhills as well. After 2 hours we couldn't hear the waterfall at all and I started to wonder how big that waterfall actually was... The guides kept on assuring us that it was only 30 min left; the only thing was that they said it for 1,5 hour and never got any closer to that stupid waterfall. The guides realized that we were a bit pissed (a result of tiredness, lack of water, hunger and the uncertainty of how long it actually was left) and they said that it would take 2 h for an Ethiopian person to walk there. That really pissed me off. Just because they're all marathon runners doesn't mean that I; a girl that's generally unfit, can't stand the heat or the humidity and never go trekking) would be able to walk the same speed. If I would have been able to lift my arm I would have punched them. A couple of "it's 30 min left" later we finally heard the waterfall. The last bit we had to climb over rocks and cut ourselves though a rough vegetation before we could finally get to the waterfall. It took us 3,5 h to get there. The waterfall was beautiful though and about 20m high. We took a few photos before we decided to go back. We repeated shortcut about 10 times and they actually got it in the end. But you know what they say; just because it's shorter doesn't mean it's easier. We walked without a path a couple of kilometers and I asked the guide if he had walked there before. It was very calming when he said No... I decided not to inform Malin. Our legs were tired, but my anger gave me new energy and I just kept on walking (looking like a red faced thunder storm) not caring about the dangers, just jumping from rock to rock passing the river. Once we had to cross a ditch where I actually needed to step back a little and run in order to reach the other side, but I made it. Malin was a bit more chicken s*** and needed some help from the guides i order to cross. I've got it all on tape; it's hilarious! The whole way back I just walked for myself quietly mumbling (s***, f***ing bullocks, damnet f***...) until we got back around 3 pm. Our 3h trekking turned out to take about 6 hours... We ran (struggled to walk more likely) to the supermarket to buy some sodas and then back to the hotel. Sanna just looked at us laughing "Well, you look like s***"!
At the end of the day we made it and I'm damn proud of myself!!