I love running rivers for the first time. Seeing how the water flows, it’s amazing. This time, we been paddling for about 40 minutes and still had not seen any whitewater. I had been wearing my nose plug since we started; the river stinks like shit and there are plastic bags, tires, and bottles all over the place. Roger and I agreed that this is the most disgusting river we had ever been in. We come to the confluence with another river and that’s where the fun began. The canyon narrowed and the whitewater started . There were some good class III + and one class V where we portaged the drop because of some sharp rocks .
Now our mission was to find the take out before the bridge, and we hope that Negro and Steve are going to be there to pick us up. Vultures, cows and other bird will take our mind away from the smell when this huge highway bridge comes into sight and from the inside of the jungle Steve jailing get out take out is here.
We were happy to be out of there when we met Negro and Steve at the takeout. We did paddle some nice rapids, but I would not get in that river again, unless someone paid me a lot of money.
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