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Canyoning down Waterfalls on the side of a mountain

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Next day we were like 6 boobheads trying to get ourselves together for canyoning. As soon as 4 of us were ready to go, 2 others would have disappeared. SIGH. Eventually we all donned our very unflattering Star Trek wetsuits, harnesses and helmets and hiked up the terraced fields to the put-in point for canyoning. We were only doing 1 day of canyoning so our day would mostly consist of abseiling down wet slippery rocks, under waterfalls, and sliding into river pools - apparently the second day of canyoning would have contained a lot more jumping off 50 metre high waterfalls! So at the top our guide started giving us the rules and instructions etc on how to canyon/abseil. You let some rope through your hand, lean your body back, then move your feet. Alex wasn't paying attention to any of this information as he was taking a picture of a spider. I wandered if it would be him again today who had an accident!

So off we went down the side of a mountain, abseiling away. It wasn't difficult but it was fierce slippy on the slimy rocks and I had a bit of a dangle here and there when I lost my footing. Bren seemed to be a natural at it. Poor auld Craig looked terrified and spent a good bit of time sliding down rocks on his knees! :D Alex luckily seemed grand. Spence was slow but steady and Noam seemed his usual cool as a cucumber self. It was very pleasant good exercise. It was a bit scary every now and then but more ''woah'' then ''ARRRGH''. It was also tough on the auld hands and arms though and my arms started to get very heavy and sore. There were 7 waterfalls to asbseil down. The 3rd one was the best - we had to go through a tunnel and under the waterfall. The rushing cold water beating down on my head threw me off a bit. My feet slipped and I slid around on my knees for a minute or 2 but forced myself to concentrate and mosied on. I could see a rainbow when I was under the waterfall - hella cool!!

From our viewpoints at the top of the waterfalls, we could see people doing the bungee jump and canyon swing off the bridge. Noam had decided to do the World's Highest Canyon Swing - which is basically like a bungee jump but you're attached at your waist, instead of your feet. You jump off the bridge at the same height but you jump feet first, as opposed to head first! This appealed to me as I felt there would be less chance of detached retinas if I wasn't jumping upside down off a 160m high bridge. I had agreed to do the canyon swing the night before, after a few drinks, but I was having an auld doubt or two as to whether I could muster up the courage to do it.

But anyways, we abseiled down another 4 waterfalls - the last one was 45 metres high! EEk! But no one fell off or did themselves an injury. The canyoning was fun, but I preferred the rafting to be honest. My arms were bollixed after abseiling and there was a lot of waiting around between waterfalls. Still it was a grand way to spend a morning. After a shower and lunch, it was Canyon Swing Time. I decided FECK IT, let's just do it, and I went and paid for it. No going back now! :D

Alex broke out a bottle of rum and treated us all to shots of it before the big off. Then a few minutes later, a guy came round to get myself and Noam and off we went. The rest of the lads went to the viewing area to watch and myself and Noam took to the bridge. I. Was. Terrified. The guy came along to harness us both up and explained to us what we had to do.
''holdontotherop, jumpfeetfirst,thenletgooftheropewhenyougetswinging,lookforanotherrope,grabthat,pullitandpullyourselftowardstheblueladderoverthere''..
ehhhhh.. WHAT?

So I went first anyways - I was so nervous, my arms and hands had frozen with fear. I wasn't sure I'd be able to hold onto the feckin rope at all. So I went under the barrier and shuffled forward ever so slowly to the edge. ARRRRRRRRRRGH IT WAS SO HIGH UP. I was breathing hard trying not to get too panicy, but there was no time to panic. Yer man goes ''3,2,1 jump'' and I jumped off. It was so weird and the air was rushing into my face. I'm pretty sure I mumbled something like ''wohoohaah..ddrardgg'' as I jumped. When it got to the swingy bit, it was awesome. I swung and bobbed around for a few minutes, then slowed down and dangled over the rushing water below. My arms still weren't working properly and I had the shakes, so couldn't grab the tether rope to pull myself in. My hands were actually frozen with fear. LOL. The dude at the side of the river took over and pulled me in to the ladder. The swing itself was ace - my only gripe was it was that it was too short. We hardly had time to register the freefall. But it was still awesome. The sheer terror I felt on the bridge made it amazing.

Noam jumped after me - he was as cool as a cucumber. Not a bother on him - he really enjoyed it too but agreed it was too short and over in no time.
We high 5'd and trekked back up the mountain for half an hour to get back to the lodge for a celebratory shot and beer. The lads had taken some cool photos for us and after our post mortem of the events of the day, all too soon it was time to get back on the bus to Kathmandu. :(


The bus took yonks to get back but once we were in K we all went straight to the Electric Pagoda for dinner and drinks, then back to the 5 Beeya rooftop for a few tipples. :D

Posted by squeakylee 20:30 Archived in Nepal Tagged canyon resort last swing bungee terror canyoning Comments (0)

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