It starts off with a few fat drops of rain falling from swollen dark clouds. Nothing to worry about keep going. Then the bottom falls out. Sheets of rain and hail come, the wind howls. A bright flash, and the peal of thunder reminds me that we are in the middle of a river on a rubber raft holding metal oars. A broad grin splits my face as I look at my companions, more than one wants to head for shore and wait the storm out. Our guide pushes us forward, wearing a grin matching mine.
Life is short, live it while you can.
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Twice the fun than beating a mime with a bat, with half the guilt of kicking a puppy.
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Some risks are worth taking, if you don't mind getting wet...
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