as we floated down the ganges in inflated truck tires, a british gent yelled to us, "how do you get to do that?" yes. that is the question of the hour. how do we get to live this life?
swimming against the current, we entered the river. we formed a trifecta of tubes and approached the rapids. ethan, a.k.a. code name v, continually called out, "feet downsteam!" we bounced, swallowed holy water, rolled with the waves... and we were immediately hooked. a friendly rafting guide took us under his wing and shouted directions from upstream, "watch out for the rocks on the left," "approach on the right," you get the drift.
of course, our seeming expertise made us cocky. we went into the last rapid passively, assuming an uneventful end to a perfect afternoon on the water. then we saw the rock. consequently, which we were headed straight for. ethan, of course, began yelling about foot position. futilly, we struggled against the rapids. finally, i decided to let the river decide. at the last moment, we were swept back out to the middle.
man. it was great. another mission accomplished.
2 comments:
fucking awesome.
i was planning on tubing down the river in my mountain village. lame, now that i read this.
Holy crap. That is awesome.
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