Continuing on with the supremely tardy (as in late AND dumb) honeymoon recaps…
When the van picked us up for our rafting trip, there were two Aussies visiting for a surf vacay already on board.
Jose (raft guide#1) : ‘YOU FOUR ARE IN MY RAFT!’
When we picked up the other four rafters – two skinny little bikini-wearing girls and their less-than-masculine boyfriends – I realized what happened. Raft guide #1 totally called dibs.
I was pretty pumped to be on the unspoken “A Team” and wanted to prove I could hang with the big dogs.
We fell in perfect sync right away – pulling away from the other raft (not that it was a race or anything…) and got into a real good groove. Our guide started taking us through the bigger rapids and routing us through the challenging parts of the river, and we were kicking some serious river ass.
And then we hit a GIANT bump, I catapaulted out of my seat, over Brian’s shoulder, and into the water.
(in my defense one of the Aussies fell out, too)
It wasn’t a huge deal, but I was still bummed to have lost some BA (badass) points with my crew.
We continued on, and eventually pulled up to a little cove.
We were way ahead of Raft#2, so we stopped to play around a while. I watched the boys cannonball, dive, and jump while screaming like a girl into the water, and stepped up for my turn.
Time for redemption!
One cliff backflip later (with a perfect feet-first entrance, btw) and my spot with Team A was solidified. Booyah, boys!
We were on the river for about 3 hours total, including pit stops to let the slow pokes catch up, and I think we covered 11 miles? It was a SUCH blast – tied in 1st of the Most Awesome Adventure contest with waterfall rappelling – and I was sore the next day so bonus points for getting a good workout in.
100% convinced it was so awesome due to the awesome people with us. Big props to Jose for calling dibs on the A-Team.
Oh and the free beer after just sealed the deal ;)