Disclaimer: jankyness part 2 isn't really all that janky, but I'm going to pretend like it is so I can write an exciting blog post.
So our group embarked on a three day rafting trip on the Terry Alba River. (It's not actually the Terry Alba River, but I don't know the name of it, and it was near Terry Alba, and if I had never told you that then you wouldn't have known any better in the first place, so Terry Alba River it is!) 
A calm part of the river.
Our group embarked on a three day rafting trip on the Terry Alba River and we had a blast! It was incredible, and fun, and all of that jazz. 

And I mean that's what you would expect right? It's rafting. Rafting = fun. But the thing is, that is not always the case. I have gone on a few rafting trips in the U.S. and while they were both fun in their own regard, it was not because the rapids were totally gnarly brah. Nope. Those trips were more in the Lazy River department from Water Country as far as rapids go. I think the most exciting thing I ever faced was a class II rapid. (Rapids are rated I though V with V being the most difficult). 

But on this trip, we were hitting up threes and fours every other minute. It was totally gnarly brah. And let me just reiterate that some people on our trip have never rafted before. Pura Vida! 

On top of all this, the instructor in my group's raft thought that falling out was the most fun thing ever, and so, did his best to unseat us. At one point he got us "raft surfing" as he called it, where we got the boat stuck at the base of a drop, and due to some fancy physics that I can't explain, the boat gets stuck and can't go anywhere. Rather, the raft decides it wishes to do nothing more than become perpendicular to the river. And so, the six of were all holding on for dear life so as not to be swallowed by the pit of doom below. Before long, all six of us had to abandon ship, instructor included. 

While that was the most memorable moment, we did lose some other crew members along the rapids, myself included. Luckily, we all like each other enough to be enough to save one another and there was no harm done. Just less rules, less safety, more fun. 
Straight up janky.
Pictures of the two different lodges we stayed at during the trip. Both were equipped with bunk beds, hammocks, and candles - what more could you ask for? 

The nights were spent eating, talking, friendship bracelet making, and playing vicious games of the card game, President. Needless to say, I am the reigning winner. 

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