A younger guide soon arrived and introduced himself as Andree. The three of us set off through the small village, passing curious locals smiling, waving, and greeting us 'Selamat Natal' (Merry Christmas). It wasn't long before the homes and rice paddies were behind us and the descent into the canyon began.
As we quickly came to find out, wet season is not the best time to visit Cunca Wulang. The clay-based soils are very slippery when wet, and it had been raining pretty heavily every night for the past couple weeks according to Andree. Kristin and I quickly regretted having only our sandals for the 1-hour trek, but live and learn.
We reached the riverbank under a light drizzle. The tropical rainforest cover was beautiful, and the lower temperature was refreshing. We crossed a small tributary and reached the rock bridge. Our guide told us that the river was at capacity and the usual easy river crossing was now dissected by two meter wide rapids. We decided not to risk it, but I hadn't come all the way down to not make the celebratory rock jump near the waterfall!