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I was told that there was only one specific spot, close to the middle of the falls, from which one could jump without getting crushed by the rocks below. I first had to climb up the slippery sidewall and walk a short distance upriver. Next were two nerve-racking swims: First, to a rock to stop against, second, to tree branches to hang on to. Scarier than the jump itself was letting go, floating feet first down the rapids, towards the roaring drop where the river disappeared. At the edge, a submerged rock was supposed to stop me. Fingers crossed. | ||
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LOL… you are absolutely crazy… 🙂
Oh, and didn’t you mention to me once that you aren’t the best swimmer… that you have a tendancy to sink?… 😉
..does sound like a blast though…
Salut Yannick! Tu donnes envie de commencer la saison estivale par un grand saut dans la vie//l’eau c’est la vie!! Merci.
My questions is: who the heck was the first person to determine this exact spot? And how many people failed before him?
Yeah, I know…My question exactly! My Karen guide had explained it to me, but I wondered how many generations of them it had taken to figure that one out.
that must have been scary as hell.
I’d be more afraid of the falling, but going toward the end of a waterfall is pretty bad too.
How does it feel to have done that?
Yes, the moment up until the actual jump was scary, after that, it was just beautiful…for a few seconds, and then it felt like a mosquito would feel in an industrial washing machine set on the heavy duty cycle with extra high spin.