Rafting
Ok, ok... I kinda, sorta messed up today. I was suppose to turn up for my rafting at 9am but for some reason I thought it was 11am. Needless to say I missed my slot. However, thanks to NZers being the easy-going friendly lot they are I just rearranged for the afternoon.
I came down at 12.30ish and got talking to the receptionist and a guy named Nigel until I finally realised that he was there to pick me up for rafting. He was a good guy and the banter was pretty funny.
When we got to the raft hut we were met by another member of the crew called Jimmy who was equally good for the banter. The rest of our crew were three English guys named Ryan, Tom and Mark. And our saviour from having a complete sausage-fest was the lovely Lizzie, a suffolk lass.
We shown the safety procedures and warned about the rather explicit nicknames the guys had for the rapids we were gonna go through (Example: Jenny Craig: Cause it's wide, shallow and easy) After many of them the guys had us raise paddles and chant with them: The main one being that we had to shout "TOO F*CKING EASY" after most of their lead shouts. The main one seeming to be: "WHAT IS NIGEL'S MUM?"
The ride itself was a total blast. We hit rapids and waterfalls. Then we hit the big boy: The highest commercial waterfall in the world. A 7m tall cascade of watery goodness! We were given another safety brief at the top then hit the waterfall at full speed. We ducked inside so we didn't get tilted out and the raft went vertical as we fell. We splashdowned and the boat resurfaced and for a moment it had seemed we had come through it without any mishap. Suddenly the raft lurched as a boil of water on the right side pushed up on the underside of the raft and since it hadn't quite settled from the fall it just tilted. There was a brief moment when everything just seemed to stand still as the raft suddenly did a 'millenium falcon' as the guys had called it where the raft goes vertical on it's central axis. And we were thrown into the water.
I went through a brief moment of panic as I hadn't quite caught my breath as I hit the water and the raft came down on top of our heads. But there was only one to go: up. So I kicked and surfaced. Realising I had lost my paddle I scrabbled briefly and grabbed a hold of one. The guys shouted for us to swim to the left so I kicked off that way as they struggled with the boat to right it. I seen Jimmy and Nigel hook a cable underneath then Jimmy leapt on top and hauled the rope as hard as he could and the boat flipped again righting itself. Jimmy and Nigel leapt in the boat and pulled a couple of us on board grabbing the paddles as they went. Lizzie hauled me into the boat and there was a near stillness as we all realised we were back in the boat and safe again.
Jimmy then said: "Alright guys: Tell me how that was?"
We raised our paddles and dished out our line: "TOO F*CKING EASY!!!" We whooped and screamed, laughed and all shook hands. What a rush... and to be honest... I'm glad we tipped, so much more fun.
Later, while still buzzing, the guys asked if any of us fancied doing more swimming so I raised my hand and the guys said: "Show us your best backflip then, Steve". I simply tilted out the boat and was in the water and was soon joined by Lizzie. The guys then told us we were gonna go through a rapid without a boat: "... we call this rapid, The Gullible Backpacker... HAHAHA!" Funny stuff.
After the rafting I hooked up with Lizzie for a few drinks and to watch her play an awful game of pool with me. However I did find out she was a fencer and an anime fan which meant we had more in common than I thought. Good day all in all.