It was 6 am, and we followed the riverbed right to the spot where it turned into a small stream and disappeared into the jungle. We turned and decided that it was our starting point. My legs were stiff at one point and shaking at the other. The riverbed dries up for 3 months through the year, only leaving behind deep puddles of water. We had no idea how far the river ran and weren’t even sure if we could run the whole way. I had never run on a riverbed before so was a little tensed. The surface was very uneven and one little slip up could mean heading straight into a puddle big enough to swallow me. I began my run slowly but soon hit my stride and started to enjoy skipping and jumping around the little pools. The riverbed was heading downhill and I began to really pick up pace. After a few sweeping turns, I spotted another plunge from the distance. It looked normal as I approached it with my biggest strides. I remember the sound of me breathing heavily till I suddenly plunged into silence. I was right at the edge of the riverbed as it ended right at the mouth of a waterfall, a good 100-foot drop straight to the pool beneath. My legs broke into a shiver at the close call, before one of the other runners joked – ‘‘so we jump on that tree, run across it and jump onto the rock and follow the river.’’ We all broke into a nervous laugh and turned to start all over again.