Below base camp the ground drops steeply to a small stream. To get down, we leaned a wooden ladder against the bank.

At the bottom there is a pool, held back by a line of stones, and a small waterfall. It is quiet there. Mostly birds, and water falling through the rocks. We used the pool for bathing and washing.

Not far away is a rocky canyon with a seasonal waterfall. In February it was dry.

Two weeks later we were in the water, moving stones to shape the pool.

The same stream runs under an old wooden bridge on the road to the next village. We still do not know its name.

Photos by Charles DiBella, our mentor, first posted on his Telegram channel t.me/tour2020: ladder, pool, stones, canyon, working in the stream, bridge.
