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So I have been white water rafting before. I even did Class IV rapids in freezing water. So, I figured that doing a three hour tour of Class III and IV rapids in Costa Rica with my sister would be no biggie. Piece of cake. La di da.

I. Was. Wrong.

Where to start? Cynthia’s mind is elsewhere recently, so I have been working extra (and spending extra) hard at trying to get her mind of things. I figured traumatizing Cynthia by putting her on a small boat with huge ass rapids coming at you would do the trick. Little did I know that I would be the one who ended up being traumatized. Like I said, I have done this before so I thought I was set. Nope. Last time you would do one huge rapid, then have a little break. Then another one would come up, then you would have another little break.

Not in the Rica of Costa.

It was rapid after rapid, non stop pure adrenaline for three straight hours. THREE. Im surprised I am able to write with my hands at the moment since tomorrow I am sure they will be incapacitated. Apparently the day before, out of seven boats, five had flipped over on a certain rapid.

Long story short. I was thrown off the raft on a Class III rapid. I don’t exactly know what happened, but I know that we hit a rock and as soon as I hit the water, in less than two seconds I had already swallowed like half a gallon. Also, those rivers all filled with huge ass rocks that hit your body all over the place as if you were some punching bag. It hurt; a lot, but not at the moment since your adrenaline kicks in. I thought everyone in the boat had fallen in, so I was literally looking around for Cynthia while rocks were hitting my back, legs and arms. In case you fall off, you are supposed to lean back, put your legs up and let yourself float down the stream. But those rapids almost fight against you when you try to do that.

Cuts and bruises all over my body. I also thought I had smashed my finger to pieces. Just bruised though.

Turns out that Cynthia did not fall in. She was actually the only one to stay in the boat while the rest of us were massacred by the Toro river. Ironic, how the girl that was the most terrified during the whole thing, was the only one not to fall off. She was definitely scared though because she saw how white my face had gotten and apparently I “looked like I had died”.

That was one hour in.

Only two more to go after that little accident.

Also, about 5 minutes into the trip, Cynthia’s paddle got tangled in a vine and was lost. Hilarious.

No words or pictures could explain how amazingly beautiful it was white water rafting down this river in Costa Rica. I suggest you watch Jurassic Park again, and you will get some clue. The rainforest, Waterfalls, river; everything was beyond incredibly beautiful. I mean, you are paddling down this river and you look up at the cliffs and see huge waterfalls coming down from the top of the rainforest. It was so breathtaking that I am going to use breathtaking at least three times in this sentence……breathtaking.

Tomorrow? Bruised and battered 5 hour ride to Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio.


I would post more, but time is limited and I have a fear that if I post a bad picture of Cynthia on the blog she will personally train in Ninja skills to assassinate me.

Also, why did my parents wait for the second child to give them all the good genes?


I have had a lot of friends from New York and blog buddies that live there recommend and write about this restaurant in the TriBeCa area called Ninja New York. Seems like a lot of people have been talking it up, so I decided that one of the things I wanted to do when I was in Manhattan was go try it out. The only reservation we could get was at 10:45 pm, THAT’S how popular it is. Regardless of the late reservation, we were all excited.

After the elevator ride where Evy was kicked in the face you go through a dark hallway where Ninjas pop up and try to scare you.(Evan kinda had a heart attack). We were promptly seated and thus began our adventure.

I think everyone should know that these cost 20 dollars…..EACH. Other than this ridiculously overpriced Sake that made us cry, the rest of the dinner may be a tad overpriced, but it is soooo delicious.

The way the food is brought out and laid out to you is really different, fun and awesome. Probably some of the best I have ever seen. This first place came with a SAMURAI SWORD. You are supposed to pull it out of the bowl, having the salad drop into a thing of dry ice. They instruct you to give a loud ninja yell while you pull the sword as well and I did. I think about 40 percent of our meal was lit on fire at the table.

During the meal, the waiters (who are dressed as Ninjas), pop up from time to time and pretend to kill you. Not kidding.

See that little window behind Mama Kory? Well a ninja saw fit to give her a nice little discount (she won some prize) through that window. Using a sword.

Evy scared of her dessert.

Delicious in my belly. More food porn below.


My dessert consisted of them lighting a match and setting me on fire. I am kidding, but not really.

Andrea came up to San Francisco this past weekend for a Medical conference. She decided to stay for two extra days so we could cause debauchery all over San Francisco. It was a great weekend. We had a cuh-razy night in the Castro, where we heard the official trip song. Checked out Alamo Square Park to see the Full House house, visited the Palace of the Fine Arts, did a tour of Japantown, ate some Dim Sum, brunch in the Mission, dinner in Mountain View, making Niamh laugh. A lot happened now that I think about. I also learned that it really only takes two beers to make Andrea feel “happy”. I tried all these new restaurants I haven’t been to and that is always a favorite thing to do.

Anyway, my favorite quote of the whole trip was Andrea in the Castro district.

“Oh God! I just go Mushroom Stamped!!!”