I love swimming!
Strange, having grown up in one of the most land-locked places on the entire planet (me, Saskatchewan, and some bits of Russia...), but I really do. Maybe it's because it will always have that holiday flair of the exotic to it.
In any case. I love it.
So, when Erin and Natalya were visiting earlier this month, we chose a sunny day, and rode bikes along gravel paths to a certain place on the Avon river (upstream of town), and jumped in. It was quiet, but we weren't the only ones, there were a few others in the water there; it's something of a small-time local swimming hole.
Except,
when I tell people about this experience, they either: sigh dreamily and say, 'That sounds so nice,' or else: gasp and clutch their mouths or stomachs and say, 'you SWAM in the river?! You're going to die.'
Is river swimming so dangerous now, in this time of pollutants, parasites and oil spills? Or is it really no worse than it ever was, and people are just paranoid (and jealous)?
(For the record, we all survived. Happily.)
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i say 'nay! tis paranoia!' we all know how quickly and easily i pick up the infectious diseases, and i'm just fine! not so much as a pustule on me! so. they're jealous of our awesome awesomeness.
Recently, on Harry's advice, I read WATERLOG by Roger Deacon. You're not alone girls, this was a travel-log tale of swimming his way around Britain through rivers, creeks, the ocean and even a moat. A darn good way to spend one's time.
It's moving water, how bad could it be? It has to be better than a public swimming pool or a lake. ew.
As for Erin's propensity to contract infectious diseases...that's hilarious (and disturbing).
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