"Swing" since ancient times is the people like the way of movement, change the habitual "walk" and "run", people find the "fly". The feeling of "flying". The view is transformed from flat to overhead, and the novelty of the experience makes people want to stop.
In the brewing anticipation of a long time we came to the net red swing near Ayung River. Unlike ordinary swings, the swing rope here is tied to a tall coconut tree in the rainforest, divided into high school and low three types, challenging your fear of heights.
While waiting in line, we met a couple, the girl asked the boy to swing with her, the boy said, "It's not much fun". The girl asked the boy to join her on the swing, but the boy said, "It's no fun." The beads of sweat on his forehead and the redness between his ears gave away the secret of his fear of heights. I want to say, shy handsome boy, heart to say to themselves that this is safe, brave to try, do not miss this unforgettable romantic experience!
Another girl in the mom, dad and brother's encouragement, fasten the safety rope in the staff's "yoho" sound to fly up to the sky, eyes closed tightly, face green, it seems that some of the fear, swinging for a few rounds, issued a scream, and seemed to be much better when it came to a stop. So it seems, if we have depression in our hearts, we might as well scream.
Finally, it was my turn. I sat on a high stool, hands clutching the rope, the staff for me to fasten the seat belt, from the back to give me a forward upward thrust, so I leaped towards the sky, like fluttering into the embrace of the blue sky, on both sides of the ground dozens of meters from the tree shaking branches and leaves seem to be applauding for me. One in and one out, in between in and out of the whole rainforest as far as the eye can see, the most conspicuous is the bottom of the valley Ayung River rafting people. Peak swing valley bottom rafting, we each other in each other's eyes.
In addition to swing drifting, there are a variety of creative bird nests here.
Nesting in the sugamo, you seem to be really "bird soul possessed", spreading wings and flying also have a tired time, this sugamo is a place to put your body and mind, to avoid the wind, rain, lightning and thunder, to enjoy the companion with you, to feed your young, "bird life" as you and I of "life"! "The bird's life is the same as yours and mine!
After lunch at the top of the mountain, we took a big open truck to the Ayung River rafting base. Dressed in bathing suits, sun exposure, women and children with a large piece of gauze over the head, men jokingly said that this is like a prisoner of war during the Second World War pulled to the concentration camps.
In the camp put on life jackets, helmets, take the paddle with the pulp we cross the tropical jungle from the top of the mountain down to the valley floor. Along the way, the guide is to explain how to deal with rafting when the water war, "see Europe and the United States on the fast paddling through, they are tall and big you can not win; see the small Japanese on the hard with the pulp to pick the water to spread the past." Visible foreign tour guides are also done homework, "see people say people," quite take care of our national sentiment.
Rafting Indonesian coach is very humorous, before getting on the boat, English and Chinese mixed to us to explain the instructions, "Come on!" All are guaranteed safety.
As soon as we boarded the rafting boat, we encountered a strong enemy from the upper reaches of the downstream, the first time with the pulp to pick the water to attack each other and be attacked, splash, blurred vision, the valley is full of laughter.
Rowing through a section of calm water, about to face the drop from high to low, the accident happened. Peer sitting in the front of the boat Ms Xie suddenly fell into the turbulent Ayung River, sitting in the rear of the boat, I only saw her a forward leaning out of the roll, we heart tight, and called the coach to save people quickly. The coach jumped into the river and held out a pole for Ms. Xie to grab, and then dragged her up.
We were anxious on the boat, especially Mr. Lai, who invited her to Bali, "If something goes wrong, how can we go back?".
In order to calm this fearless palpitations, the coach re-emphasized that when the boat downstream must grasp the rope on the side of the boat body weight backward. So we in the coach and their own "Go for it! Come on! Come on!" Stop!" and "Grab the rope!" We were skillful in the sound of the horn, paddling hard and riding the waves.
In addition to the water fight between the three rafting boats, we also fought with other boats, regardless of nationality and color, meet means "paddle sword". But there is a boat dressed properly unlike us in bathing suits have long been planning to play in the water, I like them to salute, in English, I learned that they are from Pakistan. Respecting the different cultures, we didn't throw water at them.
Our coach was very good at mobilizing tourists. He mimicked our laughter and made us laugh as if we had been struck by a laughing spell that reverberated through the canyons of the rainforest. He would call out to the monkeys and tell us that we were going to see a herd of monkeys up ahead. He volunteered to tell us that he had a wife and two children. We asked him, "Why don't you marry four wives and let them support you, and instead of coaching you can just laze around the house?" He said he was different, going out to work to support his wife and children is very man! I wondered in my heart, coaches and tour guides are the same as the induction training? It turns out that the magic formula to bring people closer together is to be on the same frequency as your client's values.
Growing familiar with the coach, I had no qualms about informing him in English that we wanted to stop for a rest and take photos, and he kindly let us stop at a waterfall. With our feet firmly planted on the bottom of the river, we realized that rafting on the Ayung River in the dry season was safe, and that the water was only waist-deep.
It was then that I was able to take a closer look at my surroundings. Apart from the coconut trees, the banks of the Ayung River are lined with tall trees, tens of meters high, which we have never seen before. The trees were lined with parasitic vines, and the bank was washed away by the water, revealing intertwined roots and a patchwork of weathered rock caves.
When we resumed our journey, the coach started humming a Chinese song, "Sister, you sit at the bow, brother walks on the shore", and he infected all of us in the boat. One after another, "Let's Swing Both Oars", "Little Apple", "Go!", "Stop!", "Stop!", "Stop!", "Stop!", "Stop!", "Stop!", "Stop!", "Stop!", "Stop!". "Stop!" and "Grab the rope!" were our breaks. We have never been so free-spirited as we are today, as if we want to remind the whole monkey community and tropical plants of these "Chinese voices".
After a short distance, we met up with the other two boats traveling with us and stopped for a break. The guys and the guide raised their beer bottles together to celebrate the joy of rafting!
Innocent children!
The courageous Mr. Hua!
The happy family of three!
After a short break, we soon came to the Bat Cave, where the river narrowed steeply. The water in the cave became claustrophobic, and when the instructor said that we could get out of the boat and swim here, we were all silent and a bit scared. The oldest sister, Hua, jumped out of the boat and began to swim forward in the cave.
We were proud of Ms. Hua, "Warrior!" The coach said with a thumbs up as well. But being unfamiliar with the rainforest, all of us in the group were worried if there was a python lurking deep in the roots of that tree. So it wasn't long before we begged the coach to help Sister Hua get on board.
On the way forward, there are some resting places. Most of the rafting boats I saw were groups of six with a coach attached, yet one was a two-man autonomous rafting, which turned out to be a couple from the United States. It made me wonder about the differences between Chinese and American cultures.
In China, it is often reported that young people in the subway or bus station did not give seats to the elderly by the elderly angry dislike or even fight or the elderly actually sat in the lap of other girls. This social phenomenon has inspired people to think y about "honoring the elderly" and "loving the young". Some people loathe this "for the old not to respect" and explore how they are made - when they were young, they are not afraid of the "red soldiers", betrayed their loved ones to humiliate their teachers, the old! Fall was saved also blackmail benefactor, dancing a square dance never care about disturbing the people. So some netizens tease them "car Lin Daiyu, under the car Fang Shiyu; supermarket Huo Yuanjia, square Huang Feihong." However, in the United States, if you give up your seat to an elderly person, they will consider it "discrimination", discrimination against their ability to survive. They don't travel during rush hour, and they understand that young people want to get up early and get lost for a while, and they want to sit down when they're tired from work.
In my opinion, this is a difference in values: we grew up with "respect for the old and love for the young", and take for granted that "my old and you respect, my young and you love", even without limits, so there is always a deviation from the course. So there are always off course "leaning on the old," "chewing on the old," and "love of the old"; Americans since childhood to establish the value of self-reliance, self-reliance deep in their bone marrow! Perhaps we can take the essence of the "self-reliance" as the mainstream, enjoy the old and be respected and loved, rather than excessive demand!
"Stop!", "Grab the rope!" The coach's command made me recover my thoughts, and we came to the steepest place of the whole rafting, looking at this picture will make people's hearts afraid, but sitting on the boat we do not have such a feeling, because in the front we have been through a lot of rapids, skillful in a variety of coping skills.
The experience of this rafting let me understand that even if life will let us through "81" difficult robbery, we can also "72" kinds of changes to cross it!