Action Figure

I seem to have some crazy idea that I have turned in to an action hero of some discription. Chris, Lisa and I decided to go Kayaking down a swollen river for some 7 hours. The sencery was fantastic, full of rich green tropical foliage over huge mountains. All was good until I realised my muscles were aching and turning to jelly and it was only after the first 3 hours. We donned some bright pink stack hats and bright orange vests and worked our way over rapids. I felt more like a crash test dummy than an action figure then. We stopped, thankfully, by the side of the river for lunch but proceeded to take rediculous photos of ourselves posing in our get up. Back on the Kayak and my muscles slightly less acidic we came across and bunch of kids sliding down the river bank. They had fashioned a mud slide on the side of a steep hill and were happily sliding down in the nud. Chris decided to give them a run foe their money and went slipping down the slide. Fully clothed mind you. His face told us that he was slipping much faster than he had expected and Lisa and I roared with laughter. I was just wondering about these little muddy butts, sliding down a hill and their poor mother trying to extact mud from ones posterior.
After the fun of the slip and slide, we stopped for a swim in the river, which really just ended in Chris and I having a water fight and me getting half a river of water up my nose. Finally we came to rest on some bank of some small village in the middle of dot. Not too soon as my little muscles were starting to droop and I was sure my Kayaking partner would have to take us the remainder of the way.
On the way back we stopped at a Cham Village. Some of the kids had never seen a Farang before and were curous, if not scared. One pooor kid screamed like a Banshi at the sight of me. Really doesn't do wonders for my confidence!! The others followed at a safe distance. This was the start of a game. I slowed down and took big, slow steps with my hands behind my back. The kids would speed up and try to touch my hands without me noticing. When they got close enough I would turn and run, chasing the closet kid. This amused not only all 50 little, snotty nosed kids following me but their adults as well. You know me, always glad to make a fool of myself!