River Higuerón near Frigiliana
The rivers here are not to be taken at face value. After each shower of rain they bask in the sun for a few days and then mutate into something else, as I have just discovered.
The first inkling that something was wrong with my perception of rivers came last Sunday when I went on an organized walk. We set out from Frigiliana up the river Higuerón. At first, when we started walking in the water, I thought it was a mistake. It had rained; there was more water than expected. I tried to avoid getting my feet wet but as the valley got narrower it became clear that the walk would have been a paddle in any circumstances.
On the way up we grabbed hold of ropes to circumnavigate the waterfalls. On the way back, all attempts to keep dry abandoned, I slid down one cataract into a deep pool, up to my neck in the water.
