Wet n' Wild

Ok, what was that i said about boats?! Well rubber one's don't count.

With Sharon unfortunately back in her moon boot - doctors orders - only Kim, Laura & I made it to Tully River for our hair-raising (or should that be hair-drenching) white water rafting. Teamed up with three guys from the North and a Canadian instructor who liked to live dangerously, we set off down the rapids - holding on at every given opportunity. We did well, not one flip over, but boy did we come close. Infact we came so close i went overboard...along with the three guys. I've now discovered i can survive underwater without holding my nose! Unfortunately i got plenty opportunity to practice as it took a while to get in the safety of another raft. Finally, after missing two rafts and a safety rope (which i did get hold of...for a few seconds) i was grabbed by the last boat before the next rapid. Filled with the most immaculate Asian girls i've ever seen. Not one hair out of place and make-up unsmugged. A few thousand thank you's to them and i was back on my raft to continue the journey down - and i never left go! We lost one more guy at the Dogs Balls (who names these rapids?!) but quickly pulled him back onboard before hitting a bridge pillar head on. Luckly we didn't go in but the raft that hit us did (oops). Before we knew it we were cruising up the last stretch.

Back in the safety of the cafe and a chance to look at photos of the day, we caught up with our instructor who informed us there had been 14 flip overs in total. Some rafts even flipped 3 times! On a normal day its a total max of 5! Guess we were the lucky ones.

It was a totally amazing experience...but not sure i'll be repeating it in a hurry. Another crazy adventure crossed off my list...just a few more to go!