Lets go kayaking he said… it’ll be fun, he said… Oh isn’t that how all good stories start?
But it actually did sound like a good idea. I could imagine brushing my fingertips against that alluring, sea-eroded rock face and peering down through that beautiful blue water to see the aquamarine life below. Unfortunately, my overactive imagination was also flashing images of being run over by a boat or sighting a shark casually passing us by.
But as the cliche goes, we are supposed to do something that is out of our comfort zone every day. So I quietened those fears, I mean it was only kayaking in a relatively calm bay anyway, and off we went to hire the kayaks.
For 200 Baht ($7.50 AUD) per hour, per kayak, we were on the water and somehow the weakest link of the two adults, i.e. me, had ended up with the heaviest child. So, after only 10 minutes my arms were already tired!
We made it to those wondrous cliffs though. We marvelled and appreciated their beauty and with myself being wary of the deep water and the now slightly ominous looking sky, we headed back along the curved shoreline to the sandy beach some 30 minutes away.
For the first few minutes, the way back to shore was slightly easier due to the current pushing us back in. But then the waves started to rise slightly, the sky darkened and it began to pour.
We were thoroughly saturated, but we were ok. We were in a bay. There were other kayakers dotted around that bay. There were local Thai people with boats close by. So there was no real danger. But it took a few deep breathes for my dramatic self to register this.
And with the rain still pouring, I looked around at the absolutely amazing view, that almost didn’t seem real as it was just too perfect. I lifted my oar above my head and revelled in this freaking amazing life and world that I found myself in.
At this stage Ricky was several kayak lengths in front of me. Now, this is going to sound too cheesy and unbelievable for words… but two seconds later, without him knowing that I too was doing this, Ricky also lifted his oar above himself, tilted back his head and let the rain hit his face. I guess we must have watched the same movie…
And then the slight roll of a wave rocked my kayak just that little bit more than I was comfortable with and ever so quickly my oar came down to resume the paddle back into shore.
We were wet, the boys were cold, but we were exhilarated from our ride. It just goes to show, that often my fears are truly unwarranted and that when I let go of those fears and embrace life, that’s when the most rewarding experiences become mine.
xx Travelling Fresh