All of my classmates were raving about the River Pacuare so much that I finally decided to check it out for myself. Along with a bunch of friends, I booked a spot on a rafting excursion. I was really excited but didn't realise what was about to come.
When we set off in the raft, the scenery along the river and mountains was breath-taking. When we started hitting rocks and rafting faster and faster down the river, my knees started to turn to jelly. Water has never been my best friend, as I'm a fire sign and all.......
Within 1 split second about halfway through the journey, I was thrown involuntarily from the boat onto some huge rocks in the middle of the river. It was more my friends' looks of petrification than anything that got me hypoventilating. The rafting guide panicked himself and jumped into the water after me. When he failed to grab me, I really started to wonder if those were my last few seconds alive!!! He scrambled back into the boat and threw me a lifebuoy, which he really should've done as soon as I fell out. At least he finally got round to rescuing me... better late than never!
I was OK and had to keep on rafting for about 15 minutes more. I don't think I had ever known what adrenaline was until that incident happened to me! I couldn't eat lunch or anything afterwards as I was on such a high.
My neighbour in the boat smashed his foot against one of those rocks in the river and cracked a bone. With hindsight, after hearing about so many rafting deaths on that river, I don't think I would do it again!!! But it's a good story, I guess and you can't kill a bad thing!!
When we set off in the raft, the scenery along the river and mountains was breath-taking. When we started hitting rocks and rafting faster and faster down the river, my knees started to turn to jelly. Water has never been my best friend, as I'm a fire sign and all.......
Within 1 split second about halfway through the journey, I was thrown involuntarily from the boat onto some huge rocks in the middle of the river. It was more my friends' looks of petrification than anything that got me hypoventilating. The rafting guide panicked himself and jumped into the water after me. When he failed to grab me, I really started to wonder if those were my last few seconds alive!!! He scrambled back into the boat and threw me a lifebuoy, which he really should've done as soon as I fell out. At least he finally got round to rescuing me... better late than never!
I was OK and had to keep on rafting for about 15 minutes more. I don't think I had ever known what adrenaline was until that incident happened to me! I couldn't eat lunch or anything afterwards as I was on such a high.
My neighbour in the boat smashed his foot against one of those rocks in the river and cracked a bone. With hindsight, after hearing about so many rafting deaths on that river, I don't think I would do it again!!! But it's a good story, I guess and you can't kill a bad thing!!
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