ECUADOR | Monday, 16 March 2009 | Views [238]
So were running, sprinting, down this street back to our hostal one night after dark and I took a step into what I thought was a dry area because it reflected no light like the puddles. It, however, was not a puddle but a section of the road that had slid away. Before I knew it I was hanging but both hands to the ledge and slowlly sliding into the raging river. Holly, giggling, didn´t realize the gravity of the situation until it was almost too late. Thankfully, she saved me in the knick of time
