On my second day in Fiji, a group of friends and I went on a tour to a small village in the rain forest called Namuamua. A bus picked us up in Nadi and took us to Sigatoka where we hopped into longboats outfitted with small motors. We jetted through tiny rapids for a couple hours. Green forested mountains rose up on each side of us like arms enveloping us and drawing us into the forest. We arrived at a waterfall pouring down the mountainside and clamored up onto the rocks before jumping into the icy water. As we swam in the small pool surrounded by rocky cliffs the waterfall pushed us from one side to the other. Climbing out of the pool we saw a small ledge jutting out over the river and daring one another with a grin we passed off our cameras and lined up to jump!
I walked to the edge, as if walking the plank of a pirate ship. Butterflies made a windstorm in my stomach as I peeped over my toes to see the river below. The cheers and hollers of my new friends egged me on from behind. I planted my feet, bent my knees and threw myself into the sky. Suddenly I was falling, falling, falling,
until…
Splash!
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