After a 90 minute drive in a bouncy, smelly, and rickety bus, through cane fields and jungle and over wooden bridges, after we paused to let an eight foot long Western Brown Snake pass, we arrived at the raft entrance. The Tenorio River in Guanacaste, Costa Rica was flowing with strong and intense rapids. Although I had only met the 3 Americans a day earlier, I was trusting them with my life. Our guide was called Terminator. It was the third time in 3 consecutive days I thought I was going to die. This is Costa Rica, where it is best to just laugh and hold on. Pura Vida!
Enjoy The Journey…
very cool sir ozzy!
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Thanks Lisa. I had almost as much fun putting this post together as I had that day.
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At this that looked a bit too intense for me. Loved looking at it through my screen.
Keep posting!
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Notice Mrs SirOzzy was no where to be found. She wanted nothing to do with it either. Thanks for watching Lu.
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Hey I have nominated you for The Liebster Award!
https://chelseaablog.wordpress.com/2016/01/24/the-liebster-award/
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