No Hat, No Swim

After a day or two rest in which I surgically re-attached my snapped calfs, we booked a white water rafting trip with our 4 new Irish friends. Being the dry season at the moment, the water in some of the rivers can be dead low and therefore have more of a bumpy ride. The rafting scale is from 1, being pretty much still moving along slowly, to 5 which is proper-hardcore falling over Niagra Falls kind of thing. We were to do a 3 on the scale, so pretty fun but nowt ridiculous.

The Urabamba river starts life as part of a glacial and we joining it not far from its source so it was really really cold. The best way to keep warm was to give it stacks and paddle like a fool, which we all gladly did.

After about 2 and a half hours we finished totally exhausted and freezing, but luckily enough the activity centre where we were based had a sauna in which we thawed very slowly because it was a bit rubbish.

I´d never white water rafted before, but thoroughly enjoyed it. Plus I only vaguely fell in once. But only cos I was pushed. A fun day out for all the family!