Sorry Provo.
Last week I hopped into a beat-up old student car with some friends and off we went up some winding roads, avoiding insane bus drivers and admiring the lush bamboo forests on all sides.
We were off to have an adventure. Many had been deterred by the promise of jagged rocks and sewage in the water, but a brave few of us said, "Give us the adrenaline! We'll wear helmets and shower afterward, and our husbands will think we're cool." Some even said, "I hope I do find nasties in the water. Sewage fight!" Those people almost weren't invited.
The tour guides had waaay too much fun with us, spinning our tubes around before we hit the rapids, splashing us with water, singing songs, and making us jump off little cliffs. I know the cliff in the above picture looks puny, but considering that the river had been extremely shallow the whole way through, it was a leap of faith to jump into the supposedly 15-foot-deep pocket.
If this post doesn't scream "COME TO GRENADA," then I don't know what does. I'll take you on so many dangerous adventures and nutmeg ice-cream runs, you won't even know what to do with yourselves.