We disembarked and headed straight into the warm water. After a bit of a splash about. I had to put Helly back in her place, after splashing me I scooped her up over my shoulder and tossed her back in the water.
We then had lunch before I went back out for what was meant to be a relaxing sunbathing session on a kayak.
All was well, I popped my paddle inside the kayak and I climbed out on top to relax. This was fine until I tried to get back in my craft! I reached around pulled the paddle and with a huge tug somehow flung myself into the water, capsizing the kayak. I tried to flip it over but it was now full of bloody water so would sink if I got in. I tried in vain to bail out with a discarded flip flop I had found in the kayak to no avail.
So I tied the rope around my belly and started swimming, again all was good, once I built up speed the kayak carried itself on its own momentum. So I swam towards the closest beach, my right arm caught a carrier bag and I didn't think much of it. That was until I turned round to have another look IT WAS A FRIGGING JELLYFISH! I lost my shit and tried swimming as hard as I could, but the rapid acceleration caused the rope to dig into my midriff and partially wind me. Due to this I stopped to regroup, forgetting the rope was attached to a very heavy kayak which swiftly cracked me in the back of the head.
Eventually I got to shore where a Manc lad called Ryan helped me to get the water out. We then had a bit of a chat and watched Lizzy, his girlfriend hunt for clams with a local woman. Then we kayaked together back to our beach.
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