My work has always required an extraordinary amount of foreign travel, which I love. But the pull of my life at home means that I rarely take a day for myself. However, on a trip to New Zealand, I couldn’t resist the chance to join a whitewater rafting trip down the Shotover River in Queenstown.
"Ten minutes in, I had to rescue my first companion ... I heaved him back on board and was horrified when, instead of grabbing a safety rope, he bowed in gratitude. Back in he went. Then two others went overboard. I began pulling Japanese men back into the raft like trout." 😂
This is hilarious!
I've long had a copy of your book, "A Camera, Two Kids, and a Camel" which has inspired me for years. Happy to have found you on Substack.
"Ten minutes in, I had to rescue my first companion ... I heaved him back on board and was horrified when, instead of grabbing a safety rope, he bowed in gratitude. Back in he went. Then two others went overboard. I began pulling Japanese men back into the raft like trout." 😂
This is hilarious!
I've long had a copy of your book, "A Camera, Two Kids, and a Camel" which has inspired me for years. Happy to have found you on Substack.
As a lover of white water rafting I completely can envision this. Hysterical! Thanks for sharing!
I've done it in a number of countries, but the ride in New Zealand was definitely the wildest!
Another delightful read this morning for me. You've just explained why i've never done one of these river raft rides!
I love this story! Seems like kind of a metaphor for your life🩷
LOL!