Life is a continual exercise in expectation management. Witness our journey to the Bassin-Bleu waterfall outside of Jacmel in southern Haiti.
Haiti, it turns out, possesses quite a many blue pools, all quite aptly if not unimaginatively named Bassin-Bleu or “blue pool.” The most famous of these, pictured below, is outside the town of Jacmel. If all the photos of Haiti's bassins-bleus are anything to go by, each one is pretty much the essence of inviting: hidden and tempting; turquoise, deep blue or mystically translucent pools of water depending on the angle of the sun and time of the day of the photo.
But half the fun is getting there.
“To get to Bassin-Bleu, we’ll pick up the donkeys in town,” Cyril, our G Adventures guide, told us as our van drove along Haiti’s southern coast towards Jacmel.
So I’m thinking, and in fact even utter aloud, “Awesome, donkeys. I love donkeys!” (I have a soft spot for the world’s most under-appreciated beast of burden, by the way.)
Unfortunately, I soon learned that “donkey” is slang for pickup truck. As in a pickup truck with wooden plank seats in the back that pound the rear-ends of passengers while navigating Haitian mountain-tucked moonscapes. On our donkey, we wound our way into the hills, even forded a river, then caught a wide view of Haiti’s southern coast along the way. If you are going to bruise your ass, you might as well enjoy it.
Finally, the truck pulls to a stop as we reach a sort of trailhead. From there, we take a short walk, after which we turn the corner to find a shallow patch of turbid brown liquid staring back at us.
“No < insert expletive here > way,” I say to myself. OK, my disappointment may have squeaked out for public consumption.
Perhaps in response, one of our guides says: “Because of the recent rains, it’s going to be a little murky.”
“You think?” I utter under my breath, sort of.
I don’t know if the comic timing was intended, but those brown pools served as a way to take the wind out of my sails and reset expectations. Any hue would have bested the stagnant brown of what looked like the terminus of the Ganges.
After another short walk, we turned a final corner, made a short rappel down some rocks, crossed some more shallow water, mounted another rock and witnessed a waterfall healthily clearing itself into a truly blue turquoise pool. Now this was Bassin-Bleu, a protected little forest oasis whose soundtrack consisted of a waterfall punctuated by the joyful shrieks and cheers of people in its clutches.
There was nothing more to do than jump in and join them. Refreshing, relaxing and rejuvenating. I remember recalling later that evening that my skin and hair felt remarkable, as if given new life. Hidden pools of natural mountain-fed water will do that to you.
As always, the opinions expressed here are entirely our own.
6 thoughts on “Bassin-Bleu Waterfall — Jacmel, Haiti”
Dan, I love your initial perspective on seeing the murky water 🙂
Here’s to leaping into the water and being refreshed. Thanks to you and Audrey for sharing positive stories about Haiti and for reminding us all about perspective.
Hugs to you
Thanks, Kristin. Glad you enjoyed it. Perspective on life’s murky waters, even in Haiti.
The 360 photo lends itself well to this amazing place … not what most people think of when one mentions Haiti!
Glad you like it, Kyle. Definitely not what you think of when you think of Haiti. But that’s what our visit to Haiti continually impressed upon us: as in life, experiences in Haiti were often not what we expected.
The panorama makes me wanna jump into the water – looks rejuvenating indeed! 🙂
How amazing the waterfall is! Really this cascade is so beautiful with marsh and tiny bushes. This spot also seems like a cave. This place is the combination of cave and waterfall. I wish I would visit this place.