Our guides. Probably discussing the existence of man. Or maybe, trying to figure out why I wasn't pointing the camera at me for once.
Our guide talking to a Dominican spy. He swam with our cameras, wrapped in a t-shirt and a plastic bag above water. Even after dives, they'd remain dry. This guide liked to sneak up behind people and make an eerily, loud donkey sound. What a jackass.
Where all the hours swimming paid off. We had to swim upstream against the current. I did the backstroke. And if you couldn't...well the guides just picked you right up out of the water.
One of my favorite pics. The ladder, made of wood in the foreground, with some rapids in the background.
Me. Don't be concerned. It's an illusion. I'm not jumping in that small gap. I'm jumping behind into an even shallower pool of sharks and piranhas.
Slick and slimy above us. Our group. The couple on the left are from Buffalo, NY. They just started dating, both college students. In the middle is Pops. The couple next to me were from Virginia and San Diego. One was a doctor who worked in the ER. Great to have with us, eh?
One of the biggest jumps of the 27 falls. You can see that this is about a 20 foot jump. A couple feet in the wrong direction and you're hitting shallow water. Beware.