Well, I nearly blew it. After preaching to you last week about not sleeping in too late because you’ll miss the world go by, what did I do? Sleep until 11:45AM. I strolled downstairs to find out I didn’t have much time before I was supposed to head out to my hydrospeed experience.
And that’s exactly what it was. An experience. I donned the wetsuit and flippers, grabbed my hydrospeed float, and hit the frigid Alpine river; but not before a lengthy instructional session in both French & English. Fortunately there are no serious injuries to report, though I did get tossed around, banged up on rocks, and flipped 360° a couple of times. It was actually a lot of fun. I think everyone enjoyed it, with perhaps the exception of Brett, who had multiple difficulties in trying to stop himself from flying down the river…That evening, after a couple rounds of ping pong to work up the appetite, I found myself dining with Leslie, Peter, Erik, and Ian in the restaurant next door. Once again, in typical French fashion, 3 hours had gone by, and we were just getting our after-dinner coffees. The drawn out dinner led to midnight Pétanque, where Erik and I made mince meat out of Brett and Polk. Overall, it was a refreshing rest day, despite the location, and despite the hydrospeed injuries.
It felt good being part of the winning team didn't it? Not like getting used on the other end of ping pong paddle by yours truly huh?
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