Canyoning is a relatively new diversion in the Venezuelan highlands. As I walked around Merida the other day I ogled sexy ads in front of adventure tour agencies splashed with photos of smiling adventurers dangling from ropes and words like "exhilirating", "adrenaline", "heart-stopping." Sign me up please!
The very next day I was pimped out in a neoprene wet suit, harness, and helmet- a combination that singlehandedly ruined my mojo (I now understand why Indiana Jones was primarily a land adventurer). The next six hours we rappelled down waterfalls, jumped into slow rapids (an oxymoron I know), and swam/plodded/crawled/slid down the river.
Enjoy the following images of said canyoning journey. If my lips look purple, do not adjust your monitor. I think I was hypothermic.
The very next day I was pimped out in a neoprene wet suit, harness, and helmet- a combination that singlehandedly ruined my mojo (I now understand why Indiana Jones was primarily a land adventurer). The next six hours we rappelled down waterfalls, jumped into slow rapids (an oxymoron I know), and swam/plodded/crawled/slid down the river.
Enjoy the following images of said canyoning journey. If my lips look purple, do not adjust your monitor. I think I was hypothermic.
1 comment:
just out of curiosity, does the wetsuit spare your skin from the ripping bite of our brethren the piranha?
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