Zapped by Zipping
The long weekend in Fiji due to Queen Elizabeth’s birthday meant that we got into doing what we had been waiting for, adventure. Many connoisseur think-tanks pitched in their views, finally we locked the zipping option. Zipping is an adventure sport in which there are cables connected between trees about 30 meters above the ground and one hangs themselves to these and zips through the breathtakingly beautiful rain forest of Fiji through the aerial runway. The canopy is fully inside the jungle at Wainadoi just minutes from Pacific Harbour in the beautiful and mystical Namosi mountains.
Twelve of us on a beautiful Monday morning decided to indulge into it. Some of them had done it earlier and were narrating horrifying stories to scare us. None wanted to show they were scared and everyone behaved like Dharmendra from some evil movie ready to take on the world.
The construction of the zips is what appealed to me at first, not a single ruthless nail being inserted into these ancient huge trees which grow as tall as they can, the taller the mightier is the tacit rule of the rainforest. The eight zip lines were sturdy and an art in their own respect, horizontally measuring a kilometer flying through the fresh pure air, the rivers below, endemic birds, coloruful flowers and unique insects. One can notice all this only if one drops the fear and has an eye to ogle at them along the flyway.Who would bell the cat, who would go first? Without doubt it had to be an eight year old boy, Shamik. For him, the whole thing was as easy as pie, effortlessly effortless and frenzied fun.
I gauged, concentrated, evaluated and when nothing got into me, I surrendered. From platform to platform, we flew across zip lines, “yee-oooohing”, screaming, praying, laughing and the rush of the adrenaline pumping through the veins zipping through sometimes at 60 km/hr. After two rounds I had totally settled and was more interested in the geography of the forest than the mathematics of the zip. Surely do it once.
I wanted to get into the river below which was calling out to me for a long time. Pure cold water, gushing through, always attracts me, and I was the first one to immerse myself and all followed. We went following its path and it had many secret pathways which we discovered. The union with the water continued for more than an hour and then we withdrew due to lack of time. Gorgeous gujrati food was waiting on the banks of the river, all ready to be eaten. I had still not had the most of the river so I found the spot where we could dive into, and with some dives, full satisfaction dawned.
I got smitten with the forest landscape, piously pure yet wondrously wild. Waiting for more.
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The ocean just goes. For me it starts from here where I am and ends at the horizon, but I know it is a part of a much bigger plan. It is huge, gigantic, calm and sincere as of now. But it can take shades of rage and rile and create a texture of destruction on its horizon. Like the Guru it knows how to draw faith in the human if not with love then surely with the shades of love.
And yes no sharks swam past me, or ate someone up as you are hoping to read 
