With Pocahontas lyrics ringing in my head- “To be safe we lose our chance of knowing – what’s around the riverbend!”- the next day we set off on a river rafting adventure.
We started the hour-long drive from Baños to the spot where we’d launch the raft. The scenery alone was worth the trip. We drove a narrow, windy, two-lane road atop a massive cliff, with only the river below us. The mountain side of the road stretched above us forever.
At times we’d pass through one-lane(!) tunnels carved through the mountain. Leave your notions of giant, modern cement tunnels at home. This tunnel was just a hole carved into a mountain, and groundwater was dripping through the tunnel in steady streams onto the cars below.
We all piled into a large raft after carrying it on our heads to the river – no one told us about that part when we signed up (or the purple leotard-like wetsuits we had to wear). Then our guide made us run and jump off a tall rock into the rushing river and swim back to shore, just to get our blood pumping. Once on the river, it was pure bliss. The scenery was straight out of National Geographic and with no one in sight for miles, we were like pioneers.

