One of these small falls was in a very shaded and secluded location, so we decided to take a dip there.
We asked James to wait and took a leisurely dip.
The fall was actually a fast stream which was converted into a fall by using a wide bamboo, so the pressure of the water was good and it was an interesting use of basic physics.
Anyways having spent some time there, we decided that it is time to now go towards the main falls.
The main falls is a monster of a structure with the water falling from a height of few hundred feet.
The noise and spray produced by the water falling from such height is a sight to experience.
We had visited this place after the monsoons; hence James explained to us that the force of the water is not so much.
According to him, the falls swells us to almost three to four times its size during monsoons.
Even though it looked ferocious, I was still determined to wade into it, so made my way through slippery rock surfaces.
The way to the fall was very rocky and slippery, but thanks to my guide I managed to reach the foot of the falls.
Even in its decimated state, the force of the water was simply too great and I thought it prudent not to venture further.
So I just laid there for some time, enjoying the cold water flow through me, it was an experience worth its weight in gold.
After a time that seemed like eternity, we made our way back to the parking spot.
Since the journey till now had been downhill, it was now time to pull up the socks and walk uphill.
But the cold water and relaxing environment had made me very lazy.
My wife was somehow very agile and she managed to coax me up the steep climb.
I was very tired and had to stop so frequently that I thought that I must do something about my fitness.
But huffing and puffing we did reach the start point in a good time.
We were both very tired and thirsty and we were looking for something cold to drink.
I should really appreciate the smartness of the people there, we were instantly provided with a cold bottle of water and a rejuvenating bottle of butter milk.
After the exhausting trek, the buttermilk was simply heavenly.
It was of the right consistency, had the right amount of salt and was garnished with a really good mixture of ginger and green chillies.
One of the best drinks I have had to date.
It was already way past noon and after a short rest we decided that we should fall back to our hotel in Kalpeta and call it a day.
Accordingly we traced back to Kalpeta and had a heavy lunch at Woodlands and crashed in our beds only to wake up late in the evening.
Once again we spent the night nursing a stiff shot of whisky and slept of.
The next day we ended our trip to Wayanad and returned home to Kannur refreshed and rejuvenated.