Back in 2013, I wrote about my Palawan trip (links here, here, and here). One of the places we visited was Ugong Rock, a cave/rock formation that was cool as hell.
Anyway, the details are covered in one of those old posts, but to make the long story short, once the spelunking activity has ended at the top of the rock formation, tourists had two options to go back to Terra firma: climb down the rocks in the same manner you got up (for free), or via a zip line (extra charge).
Obviously the most convenient way here the zip line — it’s already daunting climbing up the rock formation when you’re not exactly fond of heights, it’s even more so to climb down when you’re fatigued from the effort and the sun’s heat. So zip line it is, then (great business model if you ask me).
So there, my first time zip lining was forced upon me by circumstance. I’m not an adrenaline junkie, I can be adventurous but only to a certain extent. My body has never been more rigid than when I was sliding down a metal rope onto agricultural fields. Don’t get me wrong, though, the rush I felt after was pretty incredible and I liked it very much. I just can’t see myself doing it again on purpose though š. Maybe I will. Who knows?
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