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| The motor of our kayak |
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| Fisherman's Island |
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| even the ranger commented on our saggy tent |
After Ace got all patched up and we swallowed our bill we
took off for Marahau. After scoping out the non-existent town, we spent the
night at Old McDonald’s Farm. Yes, that literally was the name and it couldn’t
have been more fitting. There were lamas for days and barn dogs running all
over.
We woke up the next morning and began our kayak tutorial. It
soon became clear that we had plenty of space so we added a bottle of wine and
a few beers to our usual minimal food supply. Two hours later we were in the
water. We even got a tractor ride out of it- right up to the shoreline. We
quickly passed our water proficiency test and took off into the gorgeous blue
Tassman Sea.
The water was clear teal and looked brilliant against the
white sandy beaches. We went straight for Fisherman’s Island, a tiny island
right off the coast. We had lunch on a private beach that was surrounded by
interesting rock formations. The rest of the day was spent with Kyle motoring
the boat while I gawked at the incredible beaches. After having hiking as our
only form of exercise, our arms were not quite up to the task of 5 hours of
paddling. We cruised into Anchorage Bay for our first night of camping…
Many of you might consider what we are doing as camping but
we have never slept in a tent on the ground. Kyle thought it would be fun to
camp for this Great Walk, which meant we had the lovely task of pitching a
tent. It stayed standing both nights but it was questionable at best. Needless
to say, that will be our last time camping. Our backs were sore enough from the
paddling but sleeping on hard ground put the cherry on top.
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