We didn't spend all of our shore time at beaches. Being the wild-n'-crazy kind of guys that we are, we signed up for some adventures as well.
The first big adventure was at Costa Rica. We had Oscar take us to "Jungle Breezes," which is a place in the rainforest where some smart guy came up with a great idea to make money. After you fork over a wad, you sign lots of waivers saying you really, really won't sue them if you die, and then you don your safety equipment.
(I never could get my helmet to sit straight.) So then you climb up to a platform in the treetop, get hooked up, and go flying:
As you can see, the jungle is amazing. The scenery is fantastic, too: we could see across the city, way down to the beach from some of the platforms. We were truly right in the middle of the jungle. Look closely and you can see who else was enjoying the treetops:
We went on twelve ziplines, some very long but none very fast. They were too fast, though, for one lady in our group, who had to climb down after the fourth zip. (She would have climbed down after the first, but there is no way to the ground from the second, third and fourth platforms.) We felt sorry for her, but we had a blast.
Our next big adventure was going through the Panama Canal, but that one's going to get its own post, so stay tuned.
In Grand Cayman, we decided to splurge a little and do something I've wanted to
do ever since our honeymoon cruise: parasailing. Rog wasn't as interested as I was, but he was willing.
First we took a little motorboat ride out into the harbor:
The water was so blue and we could see flying fish all around us. Then we got strapped into the harness:
And then we had liftoff:
The wind from the speed of the boat just lifted us right off the boat. It felt very gentle, as if we were bobbing along in a balloon. Then, as the boat kept driving, we just drifted up.
Going, going . . .
It was so quiet and pleasant up there. I was doing backbends to look at the sky, then swinging down to look at the sea. I had a blast!
It's tradition, apparently, for the guy working the winch to tug it in just enough, at the end of the ride, to dip your feet into the water. We watched him do it to the people who flew before us, so we didn't panic when he brought us close to the water:
Only he miscalculated a little and ended up giving me a lapful of water! As he was reeling me in, he called up to me, "Sorry!" I replied, "Well, it's your tip!" He answered, "You're still out there and I've got the rope. You wanna rethink that?" When I got back into the boat with my pants soaking, I joked that I had just gotten a little too excited up there.
You can tell I didn't have fun at all. Roger said, "Let's do it again!"