Inflating the raft takes a lot of time so I have time to get to know the other rafters: Einav, Merav, Keren, and Dikla. Rowing down a wild river is hard and can be dangerous, unless you follow some very simple safety instructions. Of course the instructions are given in Hebrew and I have a hard time understanding. I think the guide says "Don't dance in the boat or hit each other over the head with the paddles," but he could have just said, "Wear your lifejacket!" After awhile, I learn a few words from watching: kadima is row forward, astor is stop, and smol ahora means left back.
Flowing down the Urubamba river, the sun is shining, the water is calm, and everything is beautiful. We pass the cows, sheep, campesinos, and ducks who are laughing at us easily-sinkable folks wearing our funny red helmets and matching lifejackets. Soon we head under a small bridge and I have an idea. What if we jumped off the side and landed in the waters below!? Aye, aye, aye!!! The water was COLD!
What next? We get off the rock and back into the boat, and I think we can finally relax when…KADIMA!!! Together all six of us plunge our oars into the freezing water and SPLASH! We dive down into a hole. MAMASH! We just make it out before the next wave comes, and on and on we go! Kadima! Ahora! Atsor! Yamin ahora! KADIMAAA!!!