Paddling far away

It is really something different to do a kayak camping trip.

When doing long extended paddles, your sense of time really gets warped. The paddling will be tiring but the time will just slip away easily as if the waves on the vast expanse of water carries it along. Your worries follows too. The mind goes into an easy and curious state, very very clear and yet ready to cogitate and consider anything that you want to consciously think about. Your body, meanwhile, pretty much go on autopilot, but then again, you can think about it too, the feeling of self-propulsion, the goal of achieving a clean entry of the blades, et cetera.

It takes a few days to get into a pure adventure mode when I'm doing long treks, the kind of feeling which make you forget about work and urbanity and communication devices entirely, when all you think about each morning is the route ahead. In contrast, it only takes a day to get into this mode on paddling trips.

You paddle the day away, cook a nice meal slowly and spend the rest of the night continue dreaming under the stars. You wake up to the sound of waves and the chilly air. And in the day, you just marvel endlessly at the landscape from afar and the colours of the sea, or even admire its denizens from the surface!

I wouldn't mind seeing nobody en route on a trip like this, and that's a real possibility depending on your route. That's a holiday hard to beat, don't you think?