Anyway, my friend Catherine and our new friend Holly and I decided to go on a Canopy Tour. This entailed us getting into a rickety truck (which began its life as a Russian military vehicle) and riding miles and miles up into the mountains via a one lane dirt road. I don't recommend doing it with a hangover, but I managed to survive without vomiting over the side. Yay, me!
After we arrived at the site and got into our harnesses, we we trekked up the mountain to the first zip cord. As you can see, I enjoyed it:
About halfway through the tour, I realized that this was like Mexico's version of the Park. The banter between the staff, the wacky antics of the video guy, the guides showing off for the cute girls... Then one of our guides broke out a Park classic- he dropped a bolt, which he had surreptitiously hidden in his pocket, as he was buckling the middle-aged lady from South Dakota onto the zip cord. He was all, "Where'd that come from? Ah, you'll probably be fine! Off you go!"
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Awesome. Also math is easier before cervezas y tequila, but still hard.
Another Park bungee classic: There was always the guy who'd make comments while you adjusted his lower harness--you know, "Watch the family jewels there, doll," or something like that. We'd assure him, nothing to worry about, it's fine, etc. But if he persisted, we'd pull the leg straps tighter. No give, you see? Don't tell me how to do my job.
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