The only way to get to Sulphur Springs is to go with somebody who knows where it is, and who has a hardy 4×4. There are no street signs, maps are unreliable when it comes to anything other than main roads, and asking bystanders for directions is far from a sure thing.
This deep into the rainforest, everything grows. Fresh cocoa (pictured above), nutmeg, cinnamon, mangoes, avocados, bananas, plums, plantain, and an assortment of tropical fruits are in such abundance that it actually rains down on the roads before people can harvest and eat it all.
With this pallet of greenery around us, the short walk was far from a chore, despite the humidity and heat.
Finally reaching the springs was a treat. The naturally warm waist-deep water didn’t smell of acrid sulphur in the way that many natural hot pools tend to reek. It was easy to settle in and get comfortable.
The mud at the base of the warm stream that feeds the spring is reputedly therapeutic. So we all took turns collecting the mud and spreading it on our skin for softening and exfoliation. Indeed – it felt delightful, and left my skin softer than it has been for ages.
Written by Nora Dunn.
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