I was supposed to go back to the metro on a Sunday night but I was on my usual depressed state of not knowing where the dread was coming from. My decisions have always been  spontaneous that I readily said yes to the first person who invited me to go out, which turned out to be my best friend, on that particular Sunday afternoon.What would you expect from an indecisive being that is me? Of course I did not go home; of course, I stayed up late thinking about life; of course, I spent my Sunday night blaming myself for all my mishaps; of course I was sad as usual.

Comes Monday, I woke up to the call of my other best friend asking me to go driving somewhere. I declined because I don’t know where our car was, and my brother’s Mio was with my Tito in Batac.

But he beat me with impulsiveness as I was getting my sanity in going back to sleep. Half-asleep, he told me to get ready because we’re going to Avis. I absentmindedly said yes to him and it was too late to take it back. He’s one to be afraid of when it comes to indecisiveness.

I was so glad I went because when your best friend’s squad gets really impulsive, he asks and (with no choice) drives you to this breathtaking view. On our way, I realized that I have been there before with a group of friends that I cannot, by that time, remember.

Tonight, however, I can vividly recall who they are because most of them are members of a basketball team which my ex-boyfriend was a part of. I remember taking the same trail but with a heart that was more burdened than happy.

That time on a Monday, however, was different. The place is familiar, it was just that, the people I was with made the dread from the previous visit more bearable.

My biggest regret was of not bringing extra clothes because I thought that I was the only girl in the group. Had I known that one of them is bringing a girlfriend, I wouldn’t mind taking extra hours swimming in the pristine waters.

I enjoyed taking photos, though.

The best friend, everyone. Uhm, yaaaas, he can be vain.

I did not enjoy, by all means, the first time I saw the place; I did not feel the adrenaline inducing this time, also, but it falls on my first adventure for the year, and I was with cool kids near my age, and there is nothing more fulfilling than that.

As to how to get to this amazing place, you can drive (using your car and /or motorcycles) to the town of Bangui. Just beside their Municipal Hall, there’s a signage leading you to Avis Falls. Just take the only route going to the far-flung side of the town until you reach a dead-end (as of now) where you can see another signage telling you you’ve reached your destination.

From Bacarra, we drove by motorcycle to Bangui for roughly 35-45 minutes, depending on how fast you drive, I think. The guys did drive very fast, so to speak, to the point that I pinch my best friend’s waist from time to time because I was so scared.

The thrilling part is, one should hike for like 20 minutes to get to the falls. But being tired from walking and trying not to slip from the slippery trail of rocks and stones is nothing compared to what Mother Nature has in store along the way.

Watched how they enjoyed the place while diving here:

I hope I’ll have another adventure with these guys again soon. ~