Whitewater Rafting (Nepal)

I've been sitting on my hotel rooftop in a semi-delirious feverish state, sick yet again, trying to do something productive. I thought I'd write about our rafting trip, but truth be told, I'm not sure it merits a whole blog space, and most of all, how do you really describe a white water rafting experience?
So I will keep it to the highlights and say it was one of the most fun things I have done and one of the most exciting rivers I have been on and I have been on quite a few.
The first day they gave us helmets and talked about rescue procedures. I thought it was all a little over the top, but it turned out to be rightfully necessary. Granted, I was in the more flimsy "adventurous" boat where we had a habit of hitting holes more than avoiding them to get our money's worth, but it was ridiculous fun.
Our first grade 4 rapid all four of us in the front of the boat spilled out. Tumbling through whitewater, I found the surface, then the boat, then was pulled back in.
Second time was in the most peaceful part of the river. Our little crew of Colleen and I plus two English boys we met trekking were all on the same boat (with the nickname of Team Short bus for the trip). The boys had threatened to push us in but I honestly and naively didn't think they would actually do it. I unhooked my feet from the raft and the next thing I knew I was in the river. Colleen fared better and got the guy that tried to push her in instead. I get pulled back into the boat and go on the offensive which only landed me back in the the water. Eventually with Collen from the raft, me from the water, we got the other guy in but how embarrassing.
Our next bit of excitement had everyone fall out except the guide and one clingy soul. The boat came extraordinarily close to flipping and sort of swished around in different directions in the hole. On the first swish, I had been tossed into the boat and then I see one of the English boy's eyes widen at what I can't see and I hear the horror in his voice, "Oh shit!" before a huge wall of water took us out Perfect Storm style. To be fair, I think I would have stayed in the boat had he not ripped me out with him. I got to float down much of that rapid then caught a rescue kayak to the other boat through more rapids, found everyone from my boat had migrated to the other and hitched a free ride through the remaining rapids.
The next day I think we succeeded in actually scaring our raft guide a bit because we all fell out, including him. Three of us managed to cling on to the boat through the rapids. I was surprised to be the only one to mantle my way back into the boat. A kayaker and I got the guide back in and fished the rest out of the river, navigating the rest of the rapid a bit short handed. After that people were pretty beat up.
Lets just say it was all I hoped for and more, rafting in Nepal is amazing. But oh, how much I love Nepal (this is a theme in case you haven't noticed).