One of the items on my bucketlist is to swim in a waterfall pool.
The bus had left us pretty much in the middle of nowhere, but we walked up a short road and there was a hut occupied by an elderly man. There’s a small levy to hike into Seven Falls because it’s on privately owned land.
Starting on our hike, we were taken by surprise by a scared looking man wearing knee-high rubber boots and carrying what looked like a machete. His eyes darted around nervously and it was soon obvious that he had a hearing and speech impediment. Kenny beckoned us along, wanting to show us something. He then took out his machete and cut off a yellow fruit from a tree. He split it open to reveal the inner nutmeg nut encased in a red laced mace. Not something that we would have discovered on our own, but it is one of the spices for which Grenada is best known.

Kenny kept nervously looking around and informed us there were “crazy people who lived in the hills who would jump us and run off with our stuff if we weren’t careful”. He also motioned to use to hurry as the skies looked threatening and the path to The Falls tends to get very muddy and slippery.

The hike was one of the prettiest we have yet taken. It takes your breath away when you finally stumble upon the double waterfall, each cascading about 30-40’ into a pool.

We assured Kenny that we could find our way back by ourselves. As soon as he disappeared, we went for our skinnydip in the very cold water of the waterfall pool. Picnicked on the rocks and pretty much felt like we had stumbled into the Garden of Eden.