Well, okay, we're actually crossing the Essequibo. But the Rubicon made a better title. Anyway, you can see a bunch of us volunteers here enjoying a jarring, windy speed boat trip across the Essequibo river on our way to our Volunteer Visits (during Training). I had a blast on this trip, because the boats rip past some very dense jungle embankments with creepy little waterways receding back into the undergrowth like bayous. The wooden boat made a knocking sound every time it ramped up a wave and slapped its underside in the trough. Fortunately, the waves weren't very heavy that day, and it was a pleasant trip. The ride back was a bit rainy and choppy, and we spent a good portion of that ride ducked under rubber mats to keep out of the pelting rain.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Crossing the Rubicon
Well, okay, we're actually crossing the Essequibo. But the Rubicon made a better title. Anyway, you can see a bunch of us volunteers here enjoying a jarring, windy speed boat trip across the Essequibo river on our way to our Volunteer Visits (during Training). I had a blast on this trip, because the boats rip past some very dense jungle embankments with creepy little waterways receding back into the undergrowth like bayous. The wooden boat made a knocking sound every time it ramped up a wave and slapped its underside in the trough. Fortunately, the waves weren't very heavy that day, and it was a pleasant trip. The ride back was a bit rainy and choppy, and we spent a good portion of that ride ducked under rubber mats to keep out of the pelting rain.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment