Rafting on the Neretva

On sunday a group of us meet at the school at 8:00 to go on a rafting trip. Besides the fact that we where rafting and that meals where includid I had no idea what was going on. We waited for the van eating paistries from the bakery looking at the sky. Big grey clouds where rolling in and the bits of blue sky wher becomming less and less.
After a hour or so bus ride in winding narrow mountain roads we arrived in a beautiful tiny village on the side of the river. It was so nice to be in the country with green trees and bushes and little stone houses I felt like I was in a fairy tail. BUt the best part was that there was fuit growing on the trees and littering the ground around us; plums and apples and a red berry that tasted like beats that we latter drank the juice of. We walked a few minuets from where the van dropped us off to the house of the guide where we where outfitted in halarious wet suits, fed coffie and juice and instructed not to fall in love with the "skippers" that would be guiding each of the rafts.

On the drive up to where we started rafting it started to rain, and then pour, sheets of water where sliding off the van and we joked that we could just raft down the road. Thunder and lightning greeted us as we got out of the van and sprinted to a lodge where they fed us grilled fish, fanta and bread for lunch. I couldn't resist the plums outside just sitting there so Hilary and I had to go outside and pick a whole bunch share with everyine.


It was still pouring down rain when we got into the rafts and launched into the river. There where 5 to 6 of us in each raft with the sexy skipper in the back steering. In the clam areas we spashed the other rafts with more water and in the rapids we paddeled hard and held on tight with our feet. the trip was two hours long and we floated though amazing canyons that had underground rivers comming out of the sides of them, and beautiful vallys full of almost Dr. Suis looking vegetation. the pouring rain, and claps of thunder added to the adventure and the mist added another demention to the seanery.


when it was over a few of us went for a final swim (we just couldn't get enough of the water ) then we walked back up to the guids house and his wife had perpared a an amazing meal, thanksgiving stats, of traditional food. There where onions and bell peppers stuffed with gound meat, spinich burak pies, cooked vegtibles, rice, potatos, and chicken. we where also given a tast of rakija, a traditional drink that our host had made himself from the plums.
After we where stuffed full of food we where each given a bottle of syrup to make in to the juice that tasted like beats, and we got back on the bus and snuggled up fo the ride home :)