Paragliding sucks. There, I said it. Well it doesn't suck, but it sure wasn't worth $100. The idea of soaring like an eagle and catching thermals to rise higher in the sky sounds amazing. But when you are just a passenger, suck between the legs of an old French man who keeps asking you 'who is the boss' (yes that actually happened and yes it was traumatic), its not all that great. The upside was the amazing views, and the spiralling aerobatic decent. Overall though I'm glad I did it, if only to check it off the list.
White water rafting was great. It hadn't rained in 2 days so the river was low, very low. But although the rapids were not strong, the clown factor of our crew more than made up for it. Basically I was laughing the entire time. We actually had to get out on rocks in order to push the raft whenever it got stuck, having to quickly jump back on once the river started to take it away. Of course we all fell out of the raft at various times, in one case three of us went in domino style one after the other. Since none of us payed any attention to the 20min safety briefing (except how to straddle the safety kayak), we're lucky nobody actually got hurt.
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