Saying goodbye to San Gil

So San Gil flew by, I’m still struggling to decide if my highlight was white water rafting or the Italian burger from Gringo Mikes which no word of a lie is the best burger I’ve ever eaten! We set off about 8 of us from the hostel for the rafting, on arrival they did a half hour safety briefing explaining that this wasn’t just a fun day out but an extreme sport and then proceeded to explain how dangerous it was! It was at this moment as we struggled to stay focused on what he was saying and were more concerned about sun burn that we seriously began to wonder if it was such a great idea to take part in level 5 rapids (rapids only go up to level 6) when it is one of the few things our insurance doesn’t cover. We jokingly discussed how anyone injured would have to put a brave face on it until we got far enough away from the scene of the crime that we could blame it on something else! We hopped in to the boat a flurry of nervous laughter and realised we were at the front therefore leading the whole team, poor souls! We swallowed our body weight in dirty river water struggling to stop the boat capsizing! At one point the instructor shouted inside and I leapt maybe a bit too enthusiastically as the whole boat tipped to one side and I ended up on top of Daisy almost knocking her out with my paddle! The boat became a paddling pool as it filled with water and we frantically continued to paddle as it slowly drained out and we made it back alive and well! Now all on a hype from the rafting we tried to instigate a pool party back at our hostel which was an epic fail where we drank overpriced rum and passed out by 12am! A few rushed hungover goodbyes to our new friends after a day lazing by the pool and we set off on the night bus to Santa Marta!