Next morning the donkeys were loaded, and how! Saddle bags on both sides and on top a big sea sack with our tents, sleeping bags and mattresses. Some animals got the cooking pots tied on top of it which looked funny. The poor donkeys had to carry a lot, it nearly made me feel guilty. The way the guides led them was strange: the donkeys went ahead and were shushed from behind or the sides when they went the wrong way. Often the pots got caught in the bush and the whole group made a funny noise. When the guides whistled the donkeys would stop and wait what was to happen. I admired how surefooted they went through stony, steep terrain, where even we started sweating. The day passed pleasantly, but without any remarkable events. We camped under a huge tree at a marvellous spot at the riverside. Black rock formed little pools save for bathing protected from crocodiles. Further downstream was a small, but forceful waterfall and behind it a rock rose up to 15-18m above the river. At the current low water level it was possible to get over to it and of course I had to climb it together with my friend from the mountain club. On the top we found to our surprise a huge tree trunk, surely thrown there by the water during the flood. What impressive power the water can have! This night we again enjoyed the wine, looked for shooting stars (and I saw a couple of them) and listened to the silence of nature.
