There is something wholly unnatural about whitewater sledging. Perhaps
it's the hurling of oneself down a roaring river, head first — in a
record water level year no less — whilst attempting to avoid large
boulders, rocks and logs. Or maybe it's the rapids (that seem all the
more daring when your body is in the water) that manage to catch you
off guard, stealing your breath away and temporarily obscuring your
field of vision. Better still, it might be your guide, effortlessly
floating up ahead, screaming back at you to get in line behind him so
you don't veer off down an even more treacherous path.
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