White Water

Day 271- It was our first day of rafting and it started with a super fast safety briefing. This was followed by sending all the rafts down the bank then cueing us up into two boat teams. Then we were in the water, just like that. We were all beyond excited and a little scared to begin our day on the Tamur River.

Apparently the river had changed a lot since the earthquake one year prior so we needed to scout out some of the sections before we could go through. Not 90 seconds after we had pushed off the river's edge we were crashing through some gigantic rapids! (The biggest rapids of the trip actually!) It was crazy, we hadn't even practiced our rowing commands. Luckly, we had an amazing team on our boat and we figured out a great system for communicating the commands to one another while smashing through the rapids. We called ourselves the Bonnie Beavers, the perfect name for a boat full of Canadians and one Scot! 

We stopped for lunch. And so the killing begins! Mike was one of the first to get blood on his hands when he killed Colin with a cup, by the rivers edge. Also, we just about had a real fatality when Ceri almost laughed to death at the sight of me trying to skip rocks! Needless to say it was an interesting lunch break. Also, as if my poor rock skipping skills were not enough embarrassment for one day, I stepped off of a sand bank and discovered that it was not the golden sand I had expected. Instead, it was a giant drop off into the river!  My head went under the water and it gave me quite the shock. Mike laughed hysterically. 

After another 40min on the river we pulled over to make camp. We had the whole afternoon to relax and take it all in at the campsite. We had our tents set up overlooking the fast paced river and the clean mountain air tickled our noses. The best part... we had 5 more days of this. We were all quite happy with our current situation in life. 

Our crew made us the most delicious treats... POPCORN! Mike was in heaven. 

We played some more euchre with Victoria, Eric, Colin, Cody and Christine.  Even though no one really said it out loud, Mike and I were obviously the up and coming duo to look out for. All we had to do was remember the rules... and play the right cards... and not mess up.  

Mike was itching to get physical and the crew had a volleyball so they engaged in an intense game of volleyball before dinner. They were smashing the ball super hard and the guides were really good. 

We were in the most perfectly peaceful environment to enjoy a hot delicious meal by the river. 

Unfortunately, it was my time to go and Will was the one to take my life, at dinner, with a cup* but Mike was still alive and well, not to mention he had notched himself two more kills since lunch. All in a days work for a mass murderer like Mike. 

The crew put out candles at each of our tents to help us find our way and it set the mood for a chill night on the river. 

Day 272- We all packed up our gear and prepped for another day on the water. At breakfast, many of us watched in horror, as Rowen holding an 8ft stick, started walking straight for Mike. 'Miiiiiiiiiiike, look Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!'. His time had come, it was time for him to die. By this point Rowen was becoming quite the serial killer and her spree was just beginning. 

We had a wild ride on the rapids after hitting some class 3 and 4+ sized rapids and we even lost one of our teammates in the shallow water. No, not to the murderous hands of Rowen, although I'm sure if a paddle had been one of the games weapons she wouldn't have hesitated to push Jeff under the waves. Instead, it was a giant rock that jarred the boat and sent Jeff into the fast moving shallow water. It was a bad place to loose a rafter because the water wasn't deep enought to swim but was too deep and powerful to stand up. It could have caused way more damage to Jeff's ankle had it not been for the quick reactions of our guide Surya. After Surya ripped him back in the raft, Jeff was back in position ready to row us throught the next set of rapids, without complaint. His ankle had a big bruise but nothing he couldn't forget about with the excitement of the rapids to come.

Watching how the crew navigated the heavy gear boats down the river was incredible. With only two large oars, they easily moved about the rapids.  

After lunch the wind picked up and our strength was put to the test. We had to paddle against the wind for what seemed like forever. Once we finally found a place to make camp for the night, everyone was exhausted. Some napped while Rowan, Ceri and I tried to find a way to get our hands on some rum to take away the sting of the blowing sand. It was so windy and there was no shelter from the sparkly aggressive sand that covered everything. It looks quite serene in the photo below but those waves of sand were created by the blasting wind and our mettle was being tested, big time!

Below are the guides waiting out the wind like the rest of us. Nothing to do when the wind is blowing that hard.

After the sun disappeared behind the mountains, so did the wind and it was time to set up camp. Everyone was still pretty low from the long day so I put on some Bob Marley. He gave us the boost we needed to raise our spirits as well as our tents. 

Suddenly, all the craziness from the day was behind us and we had the whole night in front of us to enjoy our surroundings. 

The candles lit up our campsite once again and we all settled in around our mini campfire (candle) to listen to music and take in the calmness of the night. This also gave Rowan the location she needed to perform the last and final murder of the game. Christine sensed the cold chill that pre-cursed the murdurous deed but she had no where to go! With the world as a witness, Rowan killed Christine with a diabolical laugh that pierced into the nights air! I've never seen someone so happy to kill so many people!! Then she said 'she'd won!'... oh dear... she was sick with power. Although we were told by the guides on night number one to to watch out for bandits who might steal our stuff, we found ourselves watching Rowans tent instead of the surrounding tree line. 

Day 273- We woke up feeling refreshed and ready for another day of rafting. This time, Rowan and I took a turn up at the front of the boat. 

We did quite well at the front and we channelled our woman strength to get us through the big rapids. We may have been tossed around a bit but we had fun with it and we took our job very seriously. 

The two kayakers below were there for both our safety and our entertainment. They would ride the rapids like a surfer would ride a wave and they always had smiles on their faces. 

We stopped at a farm on the side of the river for a pee break and to buy some meat for dinner. The family didn't have any chickens but they did have a pig. One single pig. Our guides bought it and we were all excited to eat some fresh pork for dinner. We paddled on a little further until we found a beach to rest for the night. The wind was crazy again and the sun was insanely hot. As the sun began to set, the wind subsided and everyones energy returned for another great night on the river. We set up camp, showered in the river and watched as our guides prepared the pig for dinner. 

WARNING...if you don't want to see the pig being butchered, please scroll past the next photo. Pass the second dotted line and you are good to keep reading. 

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We had the task of building a wind wall to keep the fire from being blown out so we got to work on that and collected as much fire wood as we could find on our river bank. As you can see below, we took our job seriously and the fire went up like a giant tourch. 

                         

The air in Nepal is even dryer than Calgary, so one match is all it would take. While the guys barbecued up a storm, we settled in for some more euchre. 

It was a bit of a controversial start to this strategic game because everyone kept fighting over who would get to play with Mike and I. Like I said before, Mike and I were quickly establishing ourselves as regular sharks and it became pretty clear that their years of experience playing the game was no match for our raw talent. Okay Colin... you can be my partner this time.... I'll give Will a rest from all this winning. 

We all stayed up pretty late, allowing the amazing pork feast to digest in our tummies. This also gave everyone a chance to have a turn playing on Mike and I's team, so that was a nice bonus for them. 

Day 274- I woke up early and had the pleasure of watching the sun rise over the mountains. 

Our incredible crew working hard to prepare us another delicious breakfast.

Everyone seemed pretty tired and there's a good chance the meat was the cause. Our bodies were working hard to digest the delicious meat. Mike and I were both fighting off a bit of a cold and although we were excited to get back on the river, we knew we had a lot of ground to cover to make up for the previous windy days. 

It was great to paddle past the little villages and wave to the villagers that were just excited to see us as we were to see them. I have a lot of respect for our guides and their interactions with the locals. On several occasions I saw them giving food to the locals as well as playing with the kids at the rivers edge. I'm sure that many of the kids we passed looked up to the guides and I later found out that we were only one of very few rafting trips that would go down the Tamur river, given its remote location in Nepal. No wonder they seemed so excited to see us. 

                  

We played a few of Surya's raft games which resulted in us(me) falling into the cold refreshing water, a lot. 

I captured the photo below with our water proof camera so the quality is lacking but I was happy to get a look at one of these beautiful Kingfisher birds that lived in the area. 

We stopped at a village to buy some fresh veggies and beer before paddling to our campsite for the night. The evening continued like many others, a river shower, delicious dinner and euchre. Colin, who was my main partner, was actually getting a little frustrated with me. I think because I was making so many sweet moves in a row that we weren't giving the other teams a sporting chance. It's cool, I can recognize when I am too good for my own good. 

Day 275- Our last real day on the river began with a beautiful sunrise. 

The day was filled with white water, after white water and we were all pumped to get in some awesome rapids on our last day. At one point we hit a big dip and our guide Surya fell out. All I heard was 'HELP HELP, SOMEONE SAVE ME', without hesitation, I mustered up my Portuguese strength, grabbed Surya's life jacket with one hand, continued to paddle with the other, pulled him out of the water and tossed him back into position at the stern of the boat. Thanks to my quick reaction, we didn't even miss a stroke.  Oh ya and unfortunately everyone else in the boat was so focused on paddling that no one saw it go down... darn that's too bad. 

This day on the river was the ultimate rafting experience. It was non stop action and we were sad when it was all over. We parked up on a beautiful beach for the remainder of the day and enjoyed our last moments in the sun with our incredible group, and goats. 

Below, the gracious ladies... and Alex.

Mike and a few others played with the locals kids who came over to observe us. 

Below are five of the lovely souls we had the pleasure of rafting, playing euchre and camping with. 

As we settled in for our last night on the river we enjoyed some great conversation while we surrounded Ceri in a circle of healing. Each person sacrificed something to bring positive vibes her way. (This included a 5 rupee note, some hair, a candy, maybe just the candy wrapper and some toe nails) Late night, the crew came over and taught us some games using sticks as the main component and we all had a blast trying to crack their tricky riddles. 

The sun fell and we noticed a red light up on the top of the mountian across the river. No more than an hour later, Mike woke me up to see what had become a full blown forest fire! 

We knew by morning the whole side of the mountain would be burned up and it was sad to think about the villages and animals who would be affected. 

Day 276- Another early morning to start off the day. 

The crew cooking our last breakfast before we hit the water. 

Our amazing team before our last paddle of the trip!

Oh boy did the Bonnie Beavers love a good paddle high five!!! YEA!

Knowing that our river adventure was coming to an end was leaving me with a sad heart. I knew it meant we were closer to the end of our own adventure and I wasn't ready. I'm still not ready. 

                        

On the way to our drop off point we stopped off at a small temple in a village. 

                        

 

                        

The temple is well known for the large piece of copper you see in the photo below. The metal was discovered years ago and it was said that only those with a good heart will be able to lift the stone. As a part of the myth that surrounds the rock, we all put four fingers on the rock and lifted together. Good news! Our hearts are as solid as that stone. 

                      

We headed back to the river to see this smart little guy burried in a nook on the beach. 

On the way to the pick up location we hit our last and final rapid. A rapid that took us all by surprise and shook us so aggressively that we were all stunned and slightly injured. Rowan punched herself in the face and bit her own hand, Mike fell into the boat, Jeff fell into Eric whose head jerked downward hitting me in the back and Victoria got thrown around at the back of the boat. At least we can say it was a memorable way to end an amazing experience with the best group of people. 

We got dropped off at the pick up point and watched as our crew meticulously packed up the all of the gear. We enjoyed one last dal baht meal together and said our goodbyes to most of the group who were flying home. Myself, Mike, Alex and Ceri opted for the cheaper option and enjoyed the 15 hour bus ride back to Thamel, Kathmandu. 

Day 277- We arrived back into Thamel in the early morning and checked back into our beautiful home. We ran into Ceri for breakfast at Revolution and met up with the whole group for dinner. Hopefully we cross paths with everyone some day in the future, in our country or another. I know for a fact that Colin, Will and Cody can't wait to meet up with us again to learn from the best euchre players they have ever had the pleasure of working with. But don't fret boys, when you are ready, your time will come. 

Paddle Nepal did an amazing job creating an action packed excursion and I would definitely recommend them to anyone looking for some adventure in Nepal.

 

 

Adventure Is Worthwhile

Day 263/264/265-  As we arrived at the Kathmandu airport we made our way to the Visa desk to purchase our on arrival Passport Visas. We had our American money on hand to pay for the Visa and I must admit, quite proud of ourselves for our diligent research as it is cheeper if you pay in American dollars. In fact, we had had the American money on hand for almost 9 months for this exact moment. As we went to pay the customs officer $160 USD each to get the process underway, we noticed that our stack of money was smaller than we remembered. In fact there was only one $50 bill, one $20 bill and ten $1 bills. The very savvy, most likely hotel staff member who took the money, only left us $80 of our little treasure chest. Just enough to make it look like our money was still there at a quick glance. We should have been thankful that our passports were not also taken because the money was resting in the passport book! However, this may have also been by design because we check our passports regularly and definitely would have noticed before we checked out of whatever sinister hotel it happened at. Our theory is that someone with access to the room, aka cleaning staff, rummaged through our stuff looking for exactly that, loose cash. Then, upon finding our stash removed what they could without us noticing, so that we would be long gone by the time we figured it out. We couldn't even guess what hotel it occurred at, just that it was in India. We were devasted. At least $500 US dollars was taken from my wallet, equating to $650 Canadian dollars. We were well aware that our situation could have been worse, given that they were literally holding our passorts and also aware that the person who took the money probably needed it more than us but it was hard to stay positive in the moment. We were in the last 2 months of our trip and we were counting on that money to get us through it. However, being that I am writting this in hindsight... Oh well, that's what credit cards are for! 

As we drove into the city of Kathmandu it gave us instant feelings of nostalgia for Dharamshala as it had many similarities.  The cloud over us, both metaphorically and in reality, was starting to lift. We easily found the place that we would call home for almost our entire stay in Nepal. It was adorable! We had a clean bathroom with a working hot shower, a little kitchenette, a cozy seating area, a fridge and a dresser. Yup. This would work just fine. 

We met up with Raj who owns the apartment building and also manages ones of the best restaurants in town, Revolution Cafe. This is basically where we spent the following three days until the beginning of our excursion.

Pretty nice right?!

I worked on the blog, we spoke with our family and bought last minute items that we'd need for our excursion. Also, unfortunately, I was having stomach issues...STILL! I was starting to loose my mind a little. I either had delhi belly or a cold for the entire time since arriving in India. I don't know the reasoning behind it but I'm guessing my body had just given up fighting all this new delicious bacteria I'd been consuming. Either way, I needed to get healthy and fast!

We met up with our group the day before our excursion began for the briefing! We were pumped to get our bodies moving and to breathe in some fresh mountain air. Both of which would occur over the next two weeks. So far, other than the insane amount of dust that blows through Kathmandu, we loved the City and we were excited that we had an extended stay planned in the area after we got back from our excursion. I could definitely see us moving here. 

Day 266- This was the first of our 12 day trek and white water rafting trip with Paddle Nepal. It was an early start in the morning to meet our group and drive for 14 hours to reach the town of Dharan where we would spend our first night. That's right, I said 14 hours!! Mike was loaded up on podcasts and I was loaded up on interesting things to daydream about. la la la

Although a 14 hour drive may seem exhausting, this one was incredibly interesting and I felt like I had developed an accurate understanding of the Nepalese culture, just by driving through the villages. We passed by many fields of sunflowers and I felt like they all had happy smiling faces on them. 

We arrived to our destination late at night.  The hotel was definitely less than average quality but they served up a delicious dinner that my stomach accepted without complaint. 

Day 267- Another early morning and a 5 hour drive later, we stopped for a quick tour of the only Nepalese winery in the country before beginning our journey. Here is your first look at the group we joined for our 12 day expedition. It may be hard to tell from the photo but all but 2 of the people below were Canadians. You must be thinking, it's not that hard Lisa, the two people with the beautifully tanned skin of course. But no, those are our Nepalese guides. Along with our great big Canadian group, were two lovely girls from Australia and Scotland. 

We hiked for three and a half hours through some stunning farmland. 

Little homesteads and villages were sprinkled among the mountainous hills and we often walked right through peoples front yards. 

One of the best reoccurring parts of our days were the little fellows you see below. The Nepalese himalayas are flooded with tiny, adorable, bouncy cute goats. I'm not sure if it was spring for them but there were so many baby animals walking around the mountain that some spring lovin' must have been happenin'. Don't miss that black puppy in the back. He was barking at the little goats. 

Below are the strong young chaps who so happily carried up all of our camping gear.

The higher we got, the more misty it got. The trees below are called rhododendron trees and their red flowers were the perfect accent to the dull green backdrop. 

I have always imagined the moment when I would see Nepali/Tibetan prayer flags while trekking in the Nepalese himalayas and I must admit, it looked a lot like this.  

                  

I love the photo below with the lone rhododendron tree, the rolling green grass and the complete drop off behind it, into the clouds. 

Paddle Nepal had put a disclaimer in their itinerary that said, 'depending on vacancy and hygiene of the tea houses, we may set up the tents for the night'. Hygiene? Oh dear... that never sounds good.  Because of this disclaimer, we had made the assumption that the tea houses were dirty and disgusting. So, when we arrived at the cute little home you see below, you can imagine our delighted surprise! 

I loved it and the whole place was just soooooooo cute!!!!

                

Once we put our bags in the room and changed into our warm clothes, we settled into the main kitchen area for some hot coffee and delicious instant noodles. It was just what we needed. 

Just when I thought our day couldn't get any better...

Mike named him, 'stupid cute face' and we discussed what would happen if we just... maybe... just... took him?

The tea house had a farm area with pigs, chickens and oh yes, 1 week old baby goats. The goats, along with 'stupid cute face', were so fresh that they were still getting used to their long skinny legs and wobbled when they jumped from rock to rock. But this certainly didn't stop them from trying over and over. 

Around 7 chicks huddled for warmth under the belly of their mama chicken. When the 7th would push its way in, another would get pushed out and so on and so forth. It was hilarious. 

Below is the beautiful backyard garden of our little tea house. It was our own little mountain eco resort.

We went for a walk through the village that took no more than 10 minutes from end to end. The locals were pretty excited to see us arrive and we must have said 'namaste' with our hands in prayer position over a dozen times. 

                    

These little girls were shy but very interested in what we were doing.  The little one below kept coming over, then running away. 

                 

Take a look at the next photo and see if you can figure out what you're looking at. 

It is a little girls tea party. She has made a little kitchen in the corner, a little table off to the side and a bowl of rocks (cookies maybe) are at the center. It doesn't matter where you're from, all little girls like a good tea party. 

Late night, as the fog moved in, Mike and I sat on a hill and took a moment of gratitude for our current situation. This day marked 9 months of travel for us and although, up to this point, we'd seen so many incredible sights, we were still amazed by all the new places we visited. The world is such a dynamic and diverse place that I don't think exploring it could ever get old. 

As the night drew near, we got to know our new group of friends a little better. We also had the pleasure of learning a very popular Ontario-nite card game known as Euchre. We picked it up reaaaaaallly quick.

Day 268- After possibly our best sleep since arriving in Nepal, we woke for breakfast and began another day of hiking. 

The mist kept us cool and although we were missing the beautiful view of the mountains, I liked the eery feeling of walking through the clouds. 

Along the pathway, we found what looked like a thousand year old crack in the mountain that had been filled in with moss, trees and shrubs. After a little debate, we decided that we would take this 'short cut'. 

We survived the first one and it was so much fun that we took the second 'shortcut' that we saw as well. Below is Will and my euchre partner Colin, just doin what cool people do, being cool man.

Abandoned home. 

We arrived at our new home after 4 hours of trekking and once again it didn't disappoint. It began raining about an hour before we made it to the tea house so by the time we arrived, everyone was pretty wet and cold. They welcomed us with hot coffee and not just one but two bowls of instant noodle soup! Yumm. 

Our cozy little room with mattress sized blankets. 

We all layered up with warm clothes and snuggled together in the kitchen to play some cards. This time we taught a few of our group members a game from back home in Alberta, known as President. Anyone who knows how to play this game, knows that once on the bottom... it's very hard to get back to the top. Mike also has a different name for this game that him and his friends play back home but it's not appropriate to name on here. Some might even say that it's inappropriate to tell to a group of people that you just met but this didn't stop ME! hahah 

The beer game isn't very strong in Nepal but they do make a beer substitution called Tumba (rice beer).  It is made from millet wheat, which is fermented for a month by using natural chemicals from the jungle. 

The beers are filled with hot water on top of the millet. One rice beer lasts three refills of hot water and gets stronger and stronger with each one. 

I had my brother in law in mind when we ordered up the beer and wish I could have bottled the taste to bring back to Canada for him to try. 

                          

We all gave the beer a taste and some of us liked it more than others. The taste was quite strong and almost tasted like wine that had gone bad.  I was not on the 'like it' team. Either way, it gave us the giggles as we played President. 

Day 269- The beer left my insides a little twisted throughout the night so I wasn't as rested as I would have hoped. We started our day walking through the clouds once again and we were slowly making our way down. 

This reminded me of the lesson I taught my spanish kindergarten students when we did the letter Y. El Yak. That gal has some lovely earrings on. I wonder where she got them?

I really missed fall this year and was happy to get a taste of it on our trek. The terrain changed a lot as we moved down into the jungle. Things got greener and the type of plants even changed. 

Rest stop. Along with the changing terrain it was starting to get hotter and we were slowly making our way out of the clouds. Luckily for me my head is always stuck in the clouds. la la la

Mike taught me his move. 

Purple Bamboo??? Not sure if it was a different species or not, or perhaps just baby bamboo? Either way, it was cool.

We ended our day after 5 hours of hiking and we were all pretty exhausted. What's this? The tea house we were supposed to stay at is closed?! Oh no. We had the option of continuing our hike down to the river but this was another 4 hours and we were all much too tired. SO, our guides spoke to a lady on the adjacent farmland where we had stopped and she agreed to feed us some food. Her lovely home is in the photo below. 

After we all ate some well deserved instant noodles, the lady said that we could all sleep upstairs in her home. Some of us were on the floor and others on wood panel beds. We were just grateful to have a place to sleep and food to eat because the idea of continuing on for another 4 hours sounded exhausting. The lady killed two of her chickens for dinner and the crew all helped to cook our meal. 

                   

Meanwhile, one of the little girls from the village kept coming over to watch us with interest. She couldn't speak any english but that didn't stop us from communicating with her. She would put her hands in prayer and say 'namaste', over and over and we just couldn't get enough of it. Cuteness was becoming a theme of our little trek and we loved it. 

                 

She went from person to person, saying namaste then shaking our hands. Can you believe she wasn't afraid of Mike's beard?

Also, a lot of our time was spent staring aimlessly at the baby goats. Yup, those are two goats in a box. It definitely took some time and effort for them to get into the comfortable positions you see below but there was no way we were going to miss a second of it. I wonder what happens in a few weeks when they can't figure out why they both can't fit in it anymore. I wish we could have stayed to find out. 

The entire situation turned out to be a beautiful mistake. We weren't meant to stay at this farm and I think our experience would have been a lot different had we continued down the mountain. We were all so grateful for our time with the villagers and with each other. 

Day 270- We woke up to more tasty instant noodles and black coffee before making our way further down, into the jungle. The further and further we went, the more dense the jungle became.  The heat also came in like a giant wave of fire. It was dusty, dry and hot making our last 4 hour descent a difficult one. 

And the little patches of bamboo grew thicker and taller! Where's Lisa? 

Rows upon rows upon rows of rice fields.

No way?? We finally made it to the river and the water has never looked so good!

I was tired and happy to rest on the cliffs edge while listening to the rushing water below. 

                     

It was still quite early and we had a lot of day left. So after we refuelled with some great power foods, (beans, peanut butter, bread, cheese) the time had come to wash away the dust on our bodies and all the rest of the sweat and dirt that our skin had accumulated over the 4 day trek. I have never looked so forward to a river shower in my life. Well, maybe not entirely true. This was only 4 days without a shower. In Australia we went 5 days without a shower. 

After we all shampooed our hair and cleaned our bodies, we sat out in the sun on a perfect sun bathing rock, listened to music and enjoyed the perfect summer day. Thank you to Jeff for capturing this moment above.

Mike and I knew that the river bank would make for the perfect spot for a bonfire to celebrate the end of our trekking and the beginning of our rafting. So, with the help of Cody, Colin, Will and Victoria we made a sweet fire pit living room. It took up most of our afternoon and we tremendously enjoyed having a task to accomplish. 

Cody the carpenter made the sweet bamboo rock bench you see below.

We put the fire pit on hold until after dinner, then moved inside to drink some tea while our amazing crew made dinner. 

Candles were our only form of electricity (haha I read this over and laughed so hard that I had to leave it in.  What I meant to say was that it was our only form of light) and they set the ambiance for what we expected to be a great week of adventure. At dinner we began a game that Mike and I look very forward to playing on future ski trips. It is a game of deception, mystery, suspense and MURDER! Each person writes down a location, an object (murder weapon) and their own name. Each item is written on its own piece of paper and divided into three different piles. Each person blindly picks a location, a murder weapon and a victims name. We all agreed to wait to begin the murders until the next day at lunch but I couldn't help but feel an instant rush of fear in my gut as soon as we drew names. But, I also experienced an intense eagerness to kill my first victim! Mmmmmhahahaha I needed to kill Christine, with a cup, at a campfire. 

After dinner it was time to get the fire started. The team created a human wind shield to light the fire.

Thanks, once again, to Jeff for capturing this photo of us enjoying the flames of our labour. 

We went to sleep, excited for our rafting journey to begin the next day.