image courtesy: Rafting Centre, Dimaro
After some basic instructions, our rafting guide Alessandro gently eased the raft into the deceptively calm Noce river. What followed was almost an hour of navigating through jagged rocks, rowing past roaring eddies and whirls on a raging river that simply swept away everything in its path. At one point, we we were all asked to get down from the raft onto the shore and then asked to walk to a shallow part of the river, lie flat on our backs and let the river carry us further. And when one of the guides blew his whistle, we had to turn over and swim to the shore. My feeble protestations were ignored and we were told that it was a safety exercise that everyone had to do in case we fell off the raft.
Again, I needn't have worried as once the initial shock of the cold water had worn off the water was much less fearsome and as soon as I heard the shrill whistle, I quickly swam to the shore (my family of course has a far less flattering version of this story. One that involves me doing an ugly shriek and flapping about in blind panic. You decide which version you'd rather believe).
Every now and then Alessandro would point out to a beautiful castle or a bird and I would momentarily remember to look up at the sights that had unfolded in front of me. White water rafting was the singular most thrilling ride I'd had up until then. But that was to be eclipsed soon when I climbed into a canoe a couple of days later.
We went white water rafting at the Rafting Centre in Dimaro. We booked our trip through booking Activity Breaks.