Overland- The End of the Beginning

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So we reached our final destination in our overland truck. We cruised into the town of Victoria falls with aspirations to bunjee, white water raft and have a bloody good send off for everyone.

I think the boys were worried about bunjee jumping until Aman a girl from our group said she was doing it and they all had to man up and do it. They chose to do it straight away so headed off to the bridge before we had even set our tents up. The girls followed behind with cameras at the ready.

When I arrived craig and the others had already handed their $$ over and there was no going back. They were harnessed and ready to go. Peter was the first to jump and he didnt look nervous at all. Then came Aman and the Martin. I watched Kenny and Craig as their turn got closer and I could see the nervs starting to show. Kenny jumped and now it was Craigs turn. I will pass you over to him to explain the rest.

Basically right, you all know me and know that what Kim just said is a load of Rubbish. I was a man and a man to the end - If Dave H reads this, you know me Dave, I was all man. Nah, in all seriousness it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be - Lets be honest im no good on rides and stuff like that because i have no control but bunjee jumping, i took to like a duck to water. After we were absconeded by about 30 Zimbabwean's trying to get us to buy their Granny's toenail or trade me shorts for a Trillion Dollar note which had no worth. That wasnt going to happen. That night we headed to the campsite's restaurant - fil ya belly - for food but since it took 1 and a half hours to cook some chips we resorted mainly to drinking.

The next morning we woke up @ 6.45pm, bit fuzzy but alright. It was our day of White Water Rafting and to be honest it was mint. The lads baring Fernando and Jorge went in one raft and the ladies in another. We both were confident and i would say for WWR virgin's and all went well until we found rapid number 13 - The Mother. She was a dirty big one, a grade 4 + and flipped our boat and the ladies boat within a matter of minutes. To be honest for about 15 seconds, i probably thought that i was going to die, im not afraid to admit that because i was choking on pure Zambizie and getting hit by Rapids from all directions. Oh aye and a got stuck under the boat.

That same night, because the day is filmed all the guys from the rafting headed up to our new gaff, Shoestrings to watch everyone else getting pommeled by the rapids. It was good like, then though we turned to the bottle since it was our last night together and shots and whatever we could and got absolutely hammered. To the point where we couldnt see and couldnt function properly, dance off's were set, dancing on tables was done and generally just having a good time was achieved.

Next morning though was not good, it was time to say goodbye, time to bid farewells to some people who we more than likely might never see again. Its fair to say i was gutted and did shed a bit of a tear but that was just the beer, i hope. We had such a great time on the truck with everyone. We had the best guide, Mat Dry, the best Chef, Mwai and the best driver ever to come from Africa, Nick. It was quite simply one of the best times of my life and I would recommend this to anyone, ever. So we said our goodbyes to everyone and waved them all off barring Mat, who had to head home for personal reasons and had already caught a flight that day.

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Comments

[Dave H]

Good Times
Sounds like you have had a real crackin time so far, keep off the booze you need a clear head for some of this stuff Ps your team's top of the Championship at the minute.