24/08/2011 by Carl Reynolds
The thought of another uphill slog put Mrs Ape’s calves into spasm, so we decided to walk along the river and find the diving board we’d espied from the van enroute to one of our earlier swims. We found a cycle path just north of the hotel and walked a couple of km down until we came to a bend in the river; from which we could see the diving board a hundred metres or so upstream. We stripped into our swimmers and placed all the damageable stuff into a waterproof sack and waded up to the dining board and played for a while
We then waded, shot rapids and jumped in off rocks all the way back to the hotel – a cool two hours of playing later.