My good friend Sara's boyfriend Shay
hooked me up to go canyoning - his friend from childhood runs a company in Queenstown. Sara opted out - she doesn't so much care for the cold, hence her hemisphere-hopping, following an endless summer. It was a chilly, overcast, rainy day, and the river was raging.
We did a couple of zip lines across the river,
abseiled (rappeled) down a cliff,
jumped into the river, swam through rapids. It was crazy. It made me feel so alive,
knowing that it was up to me to keep myself from injury. One guy, Mark,
whose camera we shot these fotos with, actually broke his ankle on one of the swims, caught it underneath a branch or a tree log when he was coming into a cave. I escaped with a few minor bumps and bruises, one from slamming myself back-first into a cliff. I considered myself very lucky. It was an amazing experience,
and we had a great dinner with Mike (the owner) and his wife Tinika later that night, bonding over some drinks and a heated game of Cranium...
