That Trip To Peru: A Recap Part 4

I vaguely recall pathetically crying during year 7 camp when IĀ attempted crossing an obstacle course about 10 meters off the ground, my only safety assurance was a metal cable tied to my saddle. Back then my legs refused to move even a single step forward, thus I never particularly enjoyed heights. However, I have to say that on this entire trip, ziplining from mountain to mountain in random positions( upside down, hanging like spiderman, flying like superman), and walking across a suspension bridge somewhere between 50 to 100 meters above ground, was my best experience, not to mention, it costed about a fraction of what it would have costed had I done something similar in Australia. Ziplining upside down, exotic trees and rapid rivers below me gave me a sensation almost like I was in a movie scene where the world was turned upside down. Continue reading “That Trip To Peru: A Recap Part 4”