Heading down into the silent and ominous gorge was always an unnerving trip since getting out if injured (most likely a twisted ankle on the slippery paths, or falling off the edge of one of the many waterfalls ) or the threat of crime always lurked in my mind. However these trips, often with my son loaded into my back pack were always memorable. The gorge is huge and deep and there was always something new to see. As a recommendation perhaps one of the weekly guided tours would have been safer however the guides were unlikely to wait around for an avid trigger happy photographer that wanted to photography every piece of rock ,water or moss. One of the most memorable times was the extremely close up viewing of a narina trogon, a bird with bright read breast and emerald green feathers with some white trimming. Stunning until your camera runs out of batteries as was the case on this particular day. They are hard to see as they blend into the dense green canopy and frequently have their backs to you and sit motionless. I was lucky to see them on no less than 3 occasions and only when it flies off, do you see a fleeting red flash. The bird life generally in the the gorge is superb from resident crowned eagles, which regulalrly use an inaccessible nest skirting the cliffs to the various falcons and turacos. But me for me, photographing the various waterfalls using a slow exposure and an ND filter was the most fun and challenging form of photography. Not sure when I will be there again.