Hang over the edge of The Devil’s Pool

“So, cupcake that I am, I jumped, with the certainty that I would die. “I am the daughter of the soil,” I gasped when spluttering to the surface. “This is not my milieu.” Being a non-swimmer I was momentarily placated when I found safety ropes in place. I lay on this rock lip at the edge of the Devils Pool and looked right into the devil’s mouth – the 110m chasm of the Falls, with huge torrents of water gushing over the edge, just meters away.”

“After that it’s a short jump into a pool and a swim over to the edge of the waterfall. The amount of water at that time of year was staggering. It was deafening and propelled us to the edge. A naturally formed lip is all that remains to keep you from plunging over to your death, but it’s quite slippery, inducing mild feelings of panic in some of us. Add in the unmentioned fish who started nibbling at our toes unexpectedly and I’m seriously shocked nobody ended up plunging over.”

“I went first into the water, using my feet to push off from the rocks as hard as I could and quickly swimming to David who was waiting on the edge of the fall. There is actually an opening in the pool about two metres left of where David is sitting, so you really do have to move quickly when crossing the current! I had wanted to have this experience for so long and I was finally having it! It felt seriously surreal. As an added bonus, the views were incredible! It felt like the rainbows were too magical to be real.”