Canyoning

The van pulled off the road close to the spot where we had been stranded with our scooter the night before.  The Canyoning trip with Highland Holiday Tours had good reviews online, but even as we were harnessed up at the side of the road we didn't know quite what to expect.  Some water, some adrenalin and some amazing photos of rappelling down a waterfall?  Throw in a picnic lunch and you have a deal.

I've done a few parkade rappels in my time, and I was happy to see that the safety rigging the guides were using was at least as comprehensive as what I had done myself.  Knowing that we weren't going to fall off a cliff was reassuring, but sliding head first down a whitewater rapid rock waterslide just seemed unsafe.  I later found out exactly how unsafe it was when Liz and I went at the same time and I whacked my tailbone.  "You don't lie flat much," was Eagle's (the guide) quick explanation.

A few rappels and waterslides later we were ready to mash-up these skills into a washing machine of excitement.  The extent of the instruction was "moon walk, look at the camera and drop the last three meters." The reality was that it was just plain slippery, everyone else got chewed up a little bit falling and/or being washed down the rocks.  I prefer to be injured in tailor shops, thank you very much.

A unique experience to close out Da Lat, and my running shoes have never been cleaner!

Dave

Lounging...

Setting up the slipperiness!

Liz performing a perfect VERY shallow water dive.

The spin cycle.