The boats are ready to sail. Our luggage is loaded. The athletes (and now I'm one of them) yen to start their voyage. A caravan inflatable vessel leaves the land. Immediately I feel fantastic power and energy of the water with my legs and that place which I am sitting on in the boat. I have never had the experience of that feeling. The water below me is colder than the polar ice, and it is some kind of unusual, very different, and unfamiliar. It is filled with the power of the cosmic order. And this power is destructive and merciless. Only a thin layer of rubber separates me from this element. The speed with which our boats and rafts are carried by the thread is suddenly very high. For some reason, when you look at the mountain river from the shore, the rate is less than when you find yourself in the flow. Or maybe when the stream picks up you the feelings string you, and the rate with which banks rush past you, is perceived inadequately high. One way or another, but we speed down the river much more quickly than I have expected. To say that we have been floated is inaccurately in my opinion. We are carried by the flow. What courage sport we take part in. Yes, we row with oars, it is very interesting and I get new experience, I work in concert with oars for the boat could maneuver when the river stream carries us to the rock, covered with white water foam. These gray rough like a carcass of a dragon, granite boulders appeared suddenly and rushed rapidly to us. Something similar can be seen in computer games, when you spank along the race track in a car with a rocket engine, risking slap in the obstacles that the imagination of the programmer puts on your virtual path. Unlike the game is that we do not go on the road, we are reeked. The river carries the chips, broken twigs, and fallen trunks of trees, dirty and clean pieces of foam. The river carries also the caravan rubber boats in which sat a company of people who like the reality more than the Virtual is sitting. This floating differs from computer games as a strange sense of unity occurs - I and other participants of the sport and the river. We all become one body, where I feel what others feel. Our collective body is like a fairy knight sitting down on the neck of a dragon, and managing to merge with the dragon. Because it is impossible to defeat him without learning to feel the same as he feels, without sticking this dragon. We knew without a word of what force and in what direction should lean on the oars, how many seconds left until a dangerous place, and where to send the ship. Need to monitor the risks that arises before swallow me whole. However, I manage to make out what is going on around us. I see with a corner of my eye but quite clearly a flock of birds flying over the river. Perhaps we seem to them as colored lumps debris carried by the water flow. At some point I see a swimming snake. She crosses the stream and tries to shore, the body of reptiles' twists very quickly the waves, and the little head is raised high above the water. At this point, the serpent is more like a microbe with a tail, intently moving toward the goal. It is clear that at some point reptile thinks to use the boat as a floating island of salvation. But it rejects this idea and swims with the last effort toward the land.
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