My favorite place in Uganda.
Perhaps it is simply due to the ease of silence – aside from the rushing water falling effortlessly off the cliff, down the mountain, carving it’s way thru the forest below, past magnificent boulders, branching off where it sees fit. The forest below the waterfall is a peaceful place, a spiritual place, a place no doubt rich in local folk stories.
I write this while sheltering in a cave by a river, the waterfall flying down the mountain in the background. I await an ease in the current thunderstorm so I can continue to a truly magical scene within this special place. I wait, I watch the clouds roll over the waterfall, mimicking the water only instead defying gravity as if it were a flock of birds.
Rain eases. The sound of rain and thunder replaced by singing birds that accompany the sunlight heating the earth once more in the absence of the clouds.
Hidden off the path, through a thick tangled network of vines with thorns, I arrive. Dual waterfalls welcome me, one trickling out a climbable cave, the other spurting off a cliff into the pool below, mist cooling the entire area, an oasis from the Ugandan sun. A peacefulness consumes my body. This is where I want to be.
Standing under the waterfall, the water is refreshing freezing, a hikers dream. Climb up the second waterfall into the cave, I sit and admire the slowly fading sun in the distance. My personal paradise.
Nature is my spiritual guide and once in a while I feel a great connection to a place (Matopos Zimbabwe, Lofoten Islands Norway, Hovås Sweden, Kolarbyn Sweden, Iceland, Pemberton Australia). A connection that draws me back, that guides me, a place I can ask my hardest questions and get an answer. An answer free of distraction and poisonous thoughts.
Wanale is a magical place if you let yourself go and explore, listening to Wanale as your guide. You will discover it’s secrets and perhaps answer the hardest questions you have.