Ooops outside yer boat...

..say Ooops Outside Yer Boat.

That's right. White water rafting.

But that is jumping ahead of myself, so I shall start on Thursday, which I believe is where I left you. Thursday: Chillin. Friday: Chillin. Friday evening: Getting to the amazing Jack's Tap On The Corner. I don't believe this is the name of an injury or wrestling move, but since Americans call taps fawcetts , then I'm left with no other options. Anyhow. Great choice of beers (I may not drink, but this is important in a gastropub), good food and chubby waitresses. Good establishment.

From there to the banks of Lake Norman. The aim was to take a star trail with the stars reflected in the water. But upon arrival we were faced with not only the effects of Public Enemy Number One, but also mother nature screwing with our plans.

Saturday: Biggs Amazing Camera Emporium. Which is awesome. Seriously. I kid you not it's amazing. Big bins of second hand gear to rootle through. Interesing inventions to try out and incredible lenses in strong glass cases which they let you get out and play with even if you make it perfectly obvious that you don't intend to buy it.

Then lake boating, which involved about 30knots and lots of diving. I have no photos of this, you'll just have to take my word for it that every dive I took was incredible and Olympics worthy.

Then today, which was entirely taken up by the Überexcellent White Water Centre of Amoebia.

At which they put the tiny American Olypians through their soggy paces. So, yeah, much getting flicked out of boats, much surfing rapids, much climbing out of the rapids and jumping back in the boat to do it again. And then rock climbing, there was lots of that too. Ouch.

So, yeah, anyone care to hazard a guess at just how much I loved it.

Chris, man, you should have been there.

Anyhow, now I intend to sleep as if it's just been invented. That's right. In a suit. And hat.

G