#8 - "Fiesta De La Cascada"
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following a hot day driving across the open savannah, our guide brought us to a large waterfall for an afternon swim. little did i realize such a seemingly harmless activity would be my closest taste of death in years.
our german driver scared us all by stripping down to his european thong underwear, then led us across slippery stones to a secret entrance beneath the falls.
along we walked, precariously, our sock-clad feet giving just enough traction to avoid getting swept away by the water's unforgiving force. one false move and not only would we be flushed outside the waterfall, we'd probably be flushed outside the game of life too.
after shimmying over boulders and sneaking through thin, no fat chicks allowed, passageways, our final task was to lay on our bellies and slide through a long tunnel the height of a pancake. no one couldtalk due to the pounding waters airplane engine roar, but once we'd all made it through the looks on our faces were clear: we'd fuckng done it!
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