When we finally reached the river, my fatigued body caught second wind, and dipping my feet into that crystal clear water was a no-brainer. I climbed onto the rocks, shoes and glasses off and soaked my pains away in the numbingly cold water.
Seeing Melvin looking a little dry, I decided to have some fun and splash him. Shame on me for not realising that I shouldn’t mess with him anymore. In an attempt to get-even, Melvin decides that throwing my shoe in the river was a good idea, but little did he know (or did he) that my glasses were tucked inside my right sneaker. Long story short, my shoe and glasses floated away down the river as my hands floated towards Melvin’s neck.
Sidenote: There was also this North-Indian family at the river with us. I’m guessing they were North-Indian because they were loud AF and they were throwing their garbage beside a rock which had ‘Please don’t litter’ written across it. You either have to be very dense in the head to ignore a sign like that, or be illiterate. I went with the latter, and hence, determined they were North-Indian (Elementary, my dear Watson).
Anyway, the remainder of my trip was spent squinting. However, the beauty of the mountains was not hindered in the slightest. I was in paradise!