I’m still intrigued by the possibility of going rafting. I’d get to see a different part of the country — not just the river itself but the countryside enroute. And the rivers pass through remote villages so I’d get a fleeting glimpse of life in other parts of Nepal, in addition to the Sherpa region where we’re trekking.
On our Upper Klamath trip this summer I realized I don’t like nonstop, big rapids. It’s such hard work that you can’t enjoy what’s around you. An ideal for me is a river that’s relatively wild but punctuated with quieter rapids.
And I don’t want to go for a single-day trip, because (depending on where I’d go) it would be a hunk of bus travel (possibly a flight too) just for one day. And spending a few nights under the stars in such country sounds idyllic.
October and November seem to be the the time for rafting. Water levels get low after that: less volume but more rock. So I called my travel agent to see if I could still get good reservations for different dates. I can.
I hope I stop changing my mind. I’m really bad at making travel plans well in advance. You never know what’ll inspire you in the meantime. I appreciate the idea of being organized and settled, but it’s more fun to stay flexible, like Gumby.