White Water rafting:
You wake up, adrelinen is pumping all around your body. You forget the wake up call, becuase you’ve woken up: near an hour in advance. You get your gear in the bus, ready for what awaits. The excitement really crushes all the nervousness. When I arrived, I really felt excited, not a tad bit sad or nervous. I attentavily listen to the safety instructions, but really, in the back of my head, I just want to get started. I quickly put on the safety gear, and rush for the assigned boat. We aer instructed to get in. In the raft, there are therse 3 big cylinder placed horizontaly, acting as benches. We sit on them, but then, the instuctor tells us somehting we did not expect. We had to sit on the EDGE of the raft, so chances are, you can fall of. However, I wasn’t scared. I spoke with my neighboring partner. “The rapids don’t look that hard. This will be just like a boat ride.” Our boat startes of. But however, looks are decepting. As we paddle into the rapids, we are flooded with water, and are going at a very fast pace. Then I realise, this is not a boat cruise. We paddle through the rapids, not suprisingly bumping into rocks. Oh, and one more thing. When we were given the instructions on what to do when something happens, out instructor said it aa very calm, and gentle voice. However, now he was trying to shout over the sound of the water particles slamming into each other. We exit the rapids, and I thought, “whew, no thats done, we must be safe, right?” No. Without any breathing time, we enter the next ser=t of rapids however this time, we slam into another raft. The weird thing is, we slammed into them near a rock, so half of there raft was on the rock, and the other half was in the water. We exited the rapids, but we had to stop. We gazed at there boat and laughed because it took nearly 20 minutes to get there boat out of the rock. Whats more, is that not even 3-4 grown men could pull the out of the rock! All of a sudden, we were there arch rivals because all they ever wished for was revenge. However, they somehow managed to get themselves stuck on another rock, this time by themselves. We made fun them. For example, there speed of paddling was 1 and 2 and 1 and so on. They said the numbers out loud so then we said: “One rock were stuck on 2 rock were stuck on one rock were stuck on and so on. They were struck hard because they wanted to make fun of us but they couldn’t: we never got into a bad situation:p. After one 1 1/2 hours of rafting, we stopped by a 10 meter rock. They said: “You can jump of this rock if you want.” I went up the rock. they said, “You know what the instructions are?” I said “Yes” because I had heard what they had said to the person in front of me. They told me all the instructions again and then I jumped. However, I wanted to make it a memorable jump so I screamed, “I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!” However, my helmet was loose and was in front of my face so when I tried swimming to shore, I was dragged downstream. Luckily, I held onto a raft and made it back to shore. They asked me at shore: “Did they ask you to swim front stroke or back stroke?” I said: “They didn’t tell me anything related to that. And let me tell you, if theres a word that could express how I felt when I jumped, it would be COLD! The rapids were really cold, but the water was fresh water, not salty water. After the jumps, we worked our way back to the boat and we tried to work our way into becoming the first boat to reach the end point, and we did it! we were tired, but we were happy we did that! Now the reason we wanted to arrive first was not for bragging rights (surprisingly) but for being the first group to change. And let me tell you, it felt great, because after we changed, we got to have a nice big meal and laugh at tall the other groups, who were in big lines just to change! I had asked the instructor how many km we had rafted and I was shocked. It wasn’t 1, nor 2, nor 10. We had rafted 20km! That day was one of the best days we had, on top of our teachers bungy jumping 160 meters and doing the biggest canyon swing.
Coming To Nepal (Form Home To Abu Dhabi)
Awake you are, ready for the flight that awaits. Well, maybe not. I get up 3 oclock in the morning and oh boy, it was a painful getting up experience. Why did the flight have to be at THIS TIME? I get ready, making sure everything is packed, everything is in where it should be, and yup, I’m ready. I kiss my grandma goodbye. However, remember one thing. In the morning, I am not very good at remembering things so dont trust me in the morning! We arrvie at school, ready to board the bus. However, we first have to give the 80$ insurance and then answer questions like, “do you have any liquids that are above 100ml?” I reply “yes” because for some strange reason I am carrying way to many soaps. (In the end however, the place that we were staying in provided soaps so that was a disapointment!). Then, I come to the reality that everyone is wearing the same shirt. It took me a second to release that they had given shirts that we were supposed to wear that I had FORGOTTEN. In no time at all, we dispatch my father to retrieve this important piece of clothing. However, in o time at all, we had to board the buses, to go to Abu Dhabi in order to take a plane, when right here, in Dubai, there was a company that could take us to Nepal! I thought, oh, forget it, my father wont make it in time, but just in the nick of time, my father emerges, almost out of nowhere and bring the shirt. I pout on the shirt in the bus and I see people waving. Instantly, i thought it was my parents and started waving back. However, after closer inspection, I realised that I was waving to someoen I didn’t even know, and I could sense hat they were confused at to why I was waving at them. After we departed, I asked if I could borrow my friends Black Berry for something VERY IMPORTANT, but, all I really did was open up brick breaker. After he realised what I was doing, he let me play one round of Brick Breaker but then took it back. It was an enjoyable experience but felt so short, considering we were so occupied we didn’t realise the actual lenght of the journey. The best part was, some people played music in the bus but once they were bored, the music stopped.
You see, when the teachers choose tent mates, it’s between getting good ones and ones you will remeber for your whole life, for the wrong reason, of course. I was lucky enough to get some of my good friends in my tent, like Joe and Enho and some others which I don’t really hang out with, but I was happy with what room mates I had. And that was of course, for a short time
When you have your best mates around, you think “Yes! This is gonna be good!” but then, there home sickness gets the better of them. We managed to get a long.. most of the time, we were nice to each other… most of the time, and we slpt very well together… NOT AT ALL THROUGHOUT THE TRIP. My friends decide to try to keep me awake all nigh, after the teacher told us to sleep, obviously. They are saying funny things to try to get me laughing so I would never sleep. I was counting sheep in hope that I would somehow, go to sleep. Eventually, they crashed due to sheer weariness and then, one of the campers wakes me up at around 1am and asks :”Can you take me to the bathroom?” You see, we couldn’t go through the place we were staying at without a partner. Now think of it. This guy along with my other so-called friends tried to keep me up all night, and I was forced to count sheep in sheer despiration that I would sleep.Moreover, my friends new that I do not like horror scenes or movies, so they purposely said scary things, and one of them even pretented that he saw Freddy in Five Nights At Freddy’s! So why on earth would I go to the bathroom with him. Well, I DID go with him not because I wanted to be nice, but because I also had to go badly. We go to the bathroom, and lets just say, in nepal, Everything is like Everest over there and the water is heated up using solar power, so you can imagine how cold the water was. I couldn’t feel my hands for 3 hours. My friend said that the time is 3am in Dubai because he forgot to change it, but obviously he forgot the “Smart” in “Smartphone.” By adding up 2 hours I calculated that the time would be 5am. I was happy, because it was only 1 hour of our wake up call. I spotted someone that lived in Nepal, and he told me the time as 3am! Can you beileve it? He didn’t know his phone could do that! We returned to the tent and since I couldn’t sleep, I gave them a little taste of revenge. I tried to wake all of them up to show them how it feels. It was funny seeing them whine at the early wake up call, and tried to lecture me about this when THEY did this to mean. Now this is what you call true hypocrits. Lucky for me, the following days, they didn’t do it except for one time, where this one person in my tent tried to keep me awake. His reward. A tummy Ache!