Rafting

Ive just got back from a 3 day rafting trip. Absolutely amazing. It had class 3,4 & 5 rapids. I went in a group of 14 people- a Belgian couple, 11 Israelis and me! I nearly died when I realised. I figured it served me right for bitching about them on my blog. I was determined to make the effort to get along with them. I needn´t have bothered. I now think that they are not only scaby but extremely rude, selfish and lazy as well. The girls never stopped complaining and in the end there was only 2 of the guys that I could actually get along with. Didn´t stop me having a great time though. We camped by the river every night which realy reminded me of scouts. Pity the Israelis didnt have the team mentality that the venturers do. They wouldn´t split from their friends to go in different rafts so in my raft of 3 with the two Belgians we had to work twice as hard as them every day. Didnt seem to make them feel guilty, nor did they when they lay around while the guides and us helped prepare dinner, clean up afterwards etc. I got eaten alive by some sort of sandflies despite dousing myself in repellent- they appear to be immune. My cankles are all swollen I have so many bites in that area and I can hardly walk. I want to rip off my skin it is so itchy. Im tempted to start a course of antibiotics but Im not sure if that will have any effect. Anyway, the trip was absolutely wicked but I did fall out of the raft on the last day and smack my arm against a huge rock. I got a golfball sized lump on it immediately which has gone down now but Im left with a massive bruise. I was supposed to start volunteering yesterday but there is no way Id be able to paint so Im off there this morning to try and smooth things over. I fell out on the first day aswell and the raft flipped on top of me. Scariest thing ever!!