We moved to the other side of the White Nile and based ourselves at the Nile river explorers camp with the idea of getting in a days rafting on Tuesday. Based high above the Bujagali Falls with amazing views, we got a taste of what to expect the next day. The rains came and went, sometimes heavy.

Early start on Tuesday. We had to catch the open bus with the rafting company to take us into Jinja so we could have breakfast before going rafting. The weather looked good for the day. A healthy breakfast of fried chapatis and jam finished off with some coffee! We were introduced to the other four people joining us whilst we ate breakfast and tried on our life jackets

We have both seen it many time on TV and wondered how people avoid getting their faces smashed on rocks and legs trapped and broken! We would soon find out. Time for an adrenalin hit. Neither of us had done this before so we were very excited at hitting a massive rapid and falling out.

We reached the river by ten. The driver took his time by turning the truck around so the rafts were closest to the water to unload. I thought the day would have come and gone before he managed to turn the truck in a tight muddy spot!

Finally we made our way to the first rapid. We had a few fire drills so we knew what to do when we got hit by a rapid and all got flipped out. We took it in turn to get wet by falling out of the raft as we practised pulling each other back in. The water was lovely and warm so we all did it again.

The White Nile, along with the Zambezi, is one of the best rivers to go rafting. It’s deep and warm and the rapids are forgiving if you make a few mistakes. The rapids cover the whole range from grades 1-5. Some of the names include Silverback, Intanda and Dead Dutchman, named after an explorer who went down the wrong side of this rapid and was obviously killed.

Alongside us was a group of support kayaks and one extra raft which carried the cameras in waterproof boxes. We had the choice, if any of us bottled it, to join this raft and take it easy through the rapid. None of us chose this option. One rapid, where we were almost guaranteed to flip over, we sailed straight through and the support raft flipped over instead. We somehow got through it to then notice the raft bailing out with the help of one of the kayaks.

We finally got a rapid where we flipped out. Jane, the instructor, shouting like mad saying PADDLE, PADDLE’ ‘ until she then shouted ‘DOWN’! I mistook the word paddle for down and was enjoying the ride in the low position whilst everyone else paddled like mad! Bun behind me made up for my lack of effort!

Intanda (bad place), is the last and killer grade five rapid. Having covered almost 10 rapids up until then, we had to get out and move the raft around the first part of the rapid as it is too dangerous. As we got a look of it as we traversed the ridge to the other side we couldn’t believe we were about to take on the next part. They are so ferocious and long they seem almost impossible to navigate a route through. We were reassured that it was deep if we flipped which was almost guaranteed. We flipped!