sick sick sick
11.05.2009 30 °C
Our aerobics class on Friday afternoon was pretty much the same as on Wednesday, although there was a slight variation to the routine. Flowing locks made us jog circuits whilst he went outside and flirted with the local boys and then we had to do a hellish 300 sit ups. After class we headed to ole ole bar for burritos with our friends from the school. Lorna had a huge lovely cocktail.
The next morning we awoke bright and early and Katie donned another strange outfit of long red boys flowery shorts, a bright purple T shirt and blue foam shoes. We were picked up by the two robertos in a minibus and made our way to the pacuare river for white water rafting. The drive was beautiful, we saw the smoking volcano and headed deep into the jungle. When we arrived we met some local characters, including an american man (gringo) who immediately told us about his degrees, his huge house, how he lives for danger and that jesus does not exist, before we had even got a word in. Our rafting instructor was ironically called moses. As usual we were the only two people in our raft. The other raft contained three large costa rican men on a work outing.
We jumped off a big rock into the river and floated down the little rapids for the first section, then got dragged into the raft by our life jackets before we hit the big ones. Katie screached the whole way down and constantly had her mouth open, there were some pretty scary grade 4 rapids and we got very wet. At one point two of the large men in the other raft toppled over board, lorna smacked one on the head with a paddle as he was sucked past. They had their shoes ripped off and feet cut on the rocks. Everyone else found it very amusing.
We felt very small as we floated past walls of forest and through gorges, with indian jones style vines hanging down to the water. There were beautiful electric blue butterflies and cable suspended cages that the Indians use to cross the river. we stopped for freshly prepared lunch on the edge of the dense jungle and were eaten by midges as we ate our burritos. after lunch we continued down the river through more grade 4s and past waterfalls, we rafted for about 5 hours an apparently covered 28 kms.
we finished at a resturant were the kayaker showed us the photos he taken of the trip, they were helarious in everyone Katie had her mouth wide open and looked like she was about to die while the rest of the raft posed for the camera! after playing with a mini puppy and a baby we got the bus back to Turrialba, one of the fat men gave us his number, yeah, which we have now unfortunately lost.
that night strange noises were emitted from the depths of Katies stomach, as true to form she got food poisioning. yesterday was spent watching bad movies and with Katie sleeping for about 100 hours in a row. but we manage to complete our spanish essay for the deadline.
we were supposed to leave for the coast today but katie is still feeling dodgy, so we decided to postpone, so i am writing this to the noise of the tropical rain, toucans and katie vomiting! so we are gonna chill today and re assess tomorrow, wish me luck! over and out