Today we had a real treat, we were out with a lovely family from Denmark who wanted to visit the Maro Waterfall.
Amanda and I were sceptical. We’d heard of the Maro Waterfall but we’d never actually witnessed it for ourselves. Our understanding is that the water is often diverted for irrigation purposes so effectively it can be “switched off” and quite often is.
We decided that honesty was the best policy, after all, we are not in the business of promising something we can’t deliver so we explained that having done these trips for over a year we had never actually seen a waterfall though we had heard of one. Undeterred our intrepid Danes decided that they would like to investigate the area around Maro to try and locate the elusive deluge.
Our group was formed of 3 generations consisting 2 young ladies, mum and dad, gran and grandpa. They own a house near Nerja and had been visiting this area for twenty-odd years. Keen hikers with an intimate knowledge of the beaches coves and towers that litter the area, they had traversed every inch of the coastline on foot and had heard, many times, of the Maro Waterfall but had come to the conclusion(rightly, it turned out) that it could only be viewed from the sea.
So, off we set on our voyage of discovery and dutifully turned right past Punta de la Mona. We cranked the engine up to 2,200 revs and looked on expectantly while our passengers regaled us with stories of their adventures discovering hidden paths to beaches and towers that we assumed would be impossible to access without a boat. We could hear the frustration in their voices when we came to areas that they had been unable to get to and even heard some “ahhhs” and “ohhhhs” as they witnessed terrain that they had previously only seen from land.
Then, up ahead, in the distance, we could see what looked like a white slash cutting through the landscape. As if the blade of some cosmic surgeon’s scalpel had pierced the thin flesh of the land and allowed a torrent of white foaming water to come rushing forth.
Our guests were ecstatic! So were we! The waterfall was situated to the west of Maro beach and though we’d sailed past there previously we had never seen it. Of course the persistent rain at the start of the year and through the spring had caused the water table to rise and there was no need to divert the water to irrigate the crops.
Discovery by the eye and camera was enough for our Danes. We turned East and headed back round Cerro Gordo to drop anchor just off a secluded beach where the youngsters were happy to snorkel, swim and splash around. Generally building up an appetite for the snacks and tapas that awaited them when they climbed back onto the yacht.
We returned to Marina del Este with satisfied customers who promised glowing recommendations to their friends and relatives.