Kayaking requires good arm muscles for paddling your way against strong currents. Muscles that I don’t really have. Still, that didn’t stop me from getting excited over the idea of a paddle race from one island to another. Bring it on!
We just finished eating grilled liempo and bangus over lunch when we started putting our life vests on. All were excited for the race without even spending a bit of time to properly digest the food we had consumed.
Since most of us were kayaking beginners, an instructor disrupted our anticipation by teaching us the basics of how to properly navigate our boats in the open sea. Directions given weren’t anything complicated and it only takes common sense to figure them out but standard protocol is necessary to avoid accidents.
The race is on
Each paddle can accommodate two people and I was hoping to get paired up with Josh because he was the only good-looking guy in the bunch. At the time, he also seemed to have the strongest upper body strength which means I get to slack off a bit when he isn’t looking.
Unfortunately, I was left with the skinniest girl in our group! Mica was my kayaking partner. Two skinny bitches paired together. Good luck to us. With goggles wrapped around our heads and paddles firmly gripped in our hands, we inched our way to last place during the first half of the race.
Our first pit stop was the underwater cavern found within Imelda Island. Tourists have the option of rowing their kayaks through an opening below or jumping down the small lagoon from the open cavern ceiling. We paddled inside and alighted from our kayaks to snorkel around the lagoon. The sight underneath wasn’t at all impressive, so after a couple of rounds I decided to pull myself back on the kayak—which was probably one of the hardest things to do in life.
After everyone’s struggle to get back on their respective kayaks, we were guided towards a big raft in the middle of the ocean. We again left our kayaks to see the underwater world, with the promise of sighting giant clams. My arms were pretty beaten up from all the paddling and I was already exhausted from all the physical activity that took place in just an hour so I swam back to the raft, hoping to get some rest and a possible head start on the way back to Quezon Island.
My competitive side landed us in thirdplace! Even though we were all pretty tired, for P250.00, it was worth the experience. I don’t mind going through all that again, but next time I must make sure I get paired with a muscular, hot, young man. Hahaha.