I thought I would save the white water rafting blog for its own... As you may have guessed, the morning of white water rafting I was feeling very apprehensive. Mostly I was thinking I would fall out into the rapids, panic, and not sure what to do.... So of course, throughout my time in Bariloche, I would ask each person who I met (waitress, guy at pizza shop, maid, etc) if they had gone rafting. Most had good things to say about it so I felt more reassured. The day we went rafting, it was cloudy in the morning. Nigel, gay owner of the hotel from South Africa, kept telling us it woudl clear up in time for our rafting expedition. I wasn't feeling convinced.
We boarded our bus of fellow rafters, which felt a bit like the United Nations: 2 Americans frat kids, 2 Swiss adventurer, 2 Venezuelans (on their honeymoon), 1 Auzzie with waterproof camera (which didn't work), 2 Canadian studs (us of course)... Since we were 9, we had to go in two boats. Ariel had been showing off his Spanish skills talking to the guides so we were placed in the Spanish/Latino raft with the Venezuelan couple. We then got into our wet suits (see photos)...They were absolutely essential since the water was FREEZING!!!I also kept looking up at the semi-cloudy sky hoping it was going to clear up. We got into our rafts and the instructions started... in Spanish. Now, I certainly did not cover the rafting vocabulary in my lessons with Jose-Luis. And the guide spoke softly. So the life-saving instructions were starting to get lost on me. I turned to Ariel and told him that I needed translations ASAP... so Ariel and eventually the Venezuelan chick started to translate. They were very important instructions (e.g. how to paddle, jump inside boat, and swim if we fell out of the raft).
Finally we started moving along the rapids, which had names like Vaseline, Ecstasy, and Deep Throat. It was a little perverted. For each rapid, the guide would shout out the important life saving instructions and then Ariel would translate for me what I should do. It was very important that Ariel still loves me otherwise I may have been told false information. Suddenly, the cold rain started to pour down on us and drenched us. We didn't have a camera to catch these moments so I improvised (see fake photo of Ariel and I braving the rapids)... Our feet were secured by this strap which became my new best friend.
Fortunately, we all stayed in the boat (someone fell out of the English boat though.. sucker!). Some of the rapids were really intense and at times we had to move into the centre of the boat. By the end, we were totally drenched and it was actually quite a bit of fun. I am really glad that I did this. We got out of our raft, and climbed up a large hill that smelled like cow manure. We changed and got into the van for some hot tea. It was still pouring rain at this time. In the photo, you may be able to tell how exhausted we were at the time.
Then it was time for an asado (BBQ) lunch with the gang. Here is a photo of our rafting crew...
After our exciting day, we went back to our hotel, and it was still pouring rain, so we opted to order pizza. We awoke the next day (our last) to cool temperatures (which meant I was wearing my famous grey hoodie again). We had saved a hike up the mountain for this day... when we got to the top, it was very windy... but look at this beautiful view...
We really enjoyed our time in Bariloche. Great views, fresh air, CHOCOLATE, great food, and a lot of adventure. We didn't go further south as originally intended as a) we have run out of $$ and it is really expensiveb) we wanted more time in Buenos Aires so opted to enjoy our time there more in December...
Here is one last pic of Bariloche for our memories... It was the last time we would need to wear long sleeves on this trip. Since then, the weather has been HOT and now we have amazing suntans from our days on the beach in Rio... but that... is another story!!
Love Miguel




























