Day 2 (Freaky Friday): Surviving the Squall and other misadventures
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July 14th, 2006 – by: Reephboy
We woke up to cool weather and were feeling good about the long crossing that lay ahead of us. Well, I say that, but I'm not so sure the rest of my group was familiar enough with the area to understand what was in store in order to reach our second campsite. There was a bit of a paddle ahead of us and compared to our first days exercise, this would be a test. Of course, even I couldn't have foreseen the rainstorm that was about to sweep through the islands and sending members of the expedition paddling the wrong direction and scattering us over more than a square mile.
Setting out it looked like a normal tropical day.
And just like that, it was gone.
Needless to say, we still had a lot of paddling to do to reach our destination. After that fiasco we decided to go straight to the beach and our campsight instead of snorkeling along the way so we could set up camp and take a little break.
Yet, Freaky Friday was not done with me by a long shot.
As we crossed the bay and made it to Ancient Village Beach I was, of a sudden, overcome with a short burst of joy. I, being the first to arrive, pulled my kayak up onto the sand, and having noticed a ropeswing at the end of the beach, sprinted over to have a go. Still ecstatic from having arrived and survived, I took hold of the rope. The tide was down so there wasn't much water to swing into, and rope wasn't but 6 inches shy of the surface.
Luckily, Ron was just around the bend in the island, giving his own tour, and had a small boat to whisk me off to the hospital. 7 stitches while I chewed on my pride, and I was back at Sam's Tours looking for a ride. ;) Another stroke of fortune saw Sam the Man scooting me off to Ancient Village Beach to join back up with my friends for the rest of the trip.
The injury meant I wasn't allowed back in the water, but I was expedition leader and map reader/navigator. The day was young and Risong Bay was just around the corner. How could I let them go off alone without knowing which were the best snorkel spots and where to find the Mandarinfish! So I caught up and they did a little fishing, I took some pictures, and led them to Mandarinfish Bay.
Later that night we gathered around the fire and told stories of torrential downpours, faulty ropeswings, and little multicolored treasures playing their fishy games of love, at sunset, in a private cove named in their honor.
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