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Behind the group of black water rafters is a tiny bridge. The stream of rushing water comes from the subterranean caves and emerges from a tiny hole. At this time last year, I went to our Waitomo caves.
I didn't join the Black water rafters this time. Ten years ago, I went with my twelve year old daughter. It was she who wanted to do it, and she was too small( physically) to go by her self with the others. So poor mum had it go. It was an adventure of a life time. Three hours in the caves and submerged in freezing water.
During the trip, I was inspired by an elderly gentleman from Israel. He was in his seventies, his wife in her fifties. She told me that all his life he wanted to do black water rafting in New Zealand. So she went along with him.
When we emerged from the cave, he said," Now, I can die."
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