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I arrived in Turangi by 11am. It was a great 53 km ride. I wish all my rides could be just like that.
I got to town and did what I usually do - go straight to the information centre. Christine, the lovely and friendly employee, immediately tried to sell me on white water rafting. She got on the phone with the companies to see if they were operating that day and one of them said that they could book me with the Irish Rugby Team if I wanted to go at 1:30pm. I was skeptical but christines energy and enthusiam was convincing, and what girl doesnt want to be rafting with gorgeous, tall, burley, famous, fit, rugged rugby players with Irish accents. It seemed too good to be true but i said "sign me up!!!". They won against Australia the day before so they were probably celebrating. With them in my raft I wouldnt need to lift my paddle - for sure they wouldn't need the help of my wimpy arms. They're more likely to use me as a paddle than ask me to paddle.
I'm obviously all pumped about the thought of rafting with rugby players. Its pretty much every girls dream! However, not long after arriving my excitement is quickly kiboshed when they tell me that the Irish went on the water right before me!!!! Ugh. I knew it was too good too be true. No eye candy and I'm back to having to use my energy and arms to paddle. This was far from the deal I signed up for.
Turns out instead I signed up to go with 30 Australians that won a 3 week rugby trip by submitting why they choose to support the Australia team. They had to take footage of the entire thing so it was totally dragged out.
However, there was proof that the Irish went before us. They got out of their rafts to draw huge squirting penises in the sand with the words "AUSSIE c*** ". Who knew rugby players were also artists? I doubt they even knew who was rafting behind them but it couldn't have worked out better that it was 30 hardcore sulking Aussie fans!!!
All in all, it turned out alright. I ended up having a great time, got a free picture cd for having to put up with the Aussies and the paddling wasn't so hard afterall. I even went for a swim in the frigid river water and done us Canadians proud - everyone else was too wimpy to jump in. My response to their disbelief: "bathwater!"
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Z "They're more likely to use me as a paddle than ask me to paddle." YES.