SAN JOSE MINE TO THE TIGER JUMP
Seagate, New Zealand #1 in the world of adventure passes ropes
We thanked Fanny for her lodging in the little house for the night, and we ship heading to the Jump of the Tiger. It took us 5 hours because we ate empanadas ofwind in Los Bancos with #26Ecuador team member Felipe Muchmeyer´s parents. This team was one of the youngest of the ARWC2014.
We talked about El Cave, that game of San José de Minas that we discovered: a participant of the team of 4 people launches a tab in the middle of Garcia Moreno Street (must be this street). It goes back to a spin and his partner holding it in the palm of his hand and throws it against the tab that shoots forward. Wins the team whose tab arrives before to the end of the street. They play only men. Of all ages. I think that it is an anthropological case to analyze…
With noise and lights, at 9:30 pm we boarded the rescue team Nahual that rested next to the bridge of the Guayllabamba River. Sebastián Carrasco, Matías Dammer, Gaspar, Viver, Mateo Ponce, Margarita the only girl, other boys, and among them, my son Manuel Cobo, gave us space in their camp. I think they did not sleep anymore.
In the tent, the going and coming of the radio data about the position of the 1st team to arrive: Seagate’s New Zealand, cradled me.
At night, the rain forest is full of sounds and fragrances, and rain, which has been the protagonist in moments like putting the tent…
I was sleeping soundly when I hear: arrived! 12:40 am (we expected them at 11 pm). I went out to see this display of security and extreme resistance: after 3 days ofcompetition with the logical dispersion by exhaustion and mud up to eyelashes, Seagate team: Nathan, Chris, Sophie and Stuart had to dig into an arm of clear water river and swim to the point of ropes. Nathan, the captain 42-year-old , expert in navigation, jumped into the water without notice. Swam some meters and received from Manuel the rope to hook his harness.Took the tirolean and glided over the Guayllabamba River which was super mighty by rains in the mountains. One after the other crossed with agility, as in the movies, passed under the bridge by the rope “tarzan” and out to the road, fresh and cheerful.
They changed their clothes fast and with neatness and elegance, thanked us and said goodbye as they were leaving on their bikes.
It took 44 minutes. For me it is an irreplaceable memory of real and wild life.