River Tubing and Kawa Hot Bathing in Tibiao | Antique
As my companions’ “ooohs” and “aaahs” synchronized with the sloshing sounds of the rapids of the Tibiao River, I stared at the blue sky while my tube swirled me endlessly. Lying relaxed, I let the movement of the water send my consciousness to a Zen state of mind. Occasionally, I would look ahead to see the nearing rapids. Our guide would holler “hold on” further up the stream to let us know we were approaching what they referred to as the “washing machine zone.” Every time we passed a rapid, I would hear my friends Karla and Erica’s crescendoing voices—that time in a chorus of joyous yells.