We were kyacking round to a beach for lunch. It had about ten metres of mud-type sand leading up to mangroves. Me and my kyacking buddy were first to arrive, so I jumped out onto the solid looking mud and held the bow of the boat while he got out. Trouble is, by the time he had walked around the kyack I was up to my knees in mud
. So I tried to get out of the holes my legs had made...and fell flat on my face. I managed to scramble up onto the kyack so I stopped sinking.
My sandshoes had been sucked off by the mud, so I had to fish them out. By the time that was done, I was brown all over and all of us were laughing. I sat them on the sand, and scrambled back out of the kyack without my sandshoes on...and of course I sank right back into the mud.
After extricticating myself again I found that we had to move the kyack a hundred metres or so along the beach - - and every single step of it the mud. Without my shoes on.
By the time we had got to the pontoon where we were having lunch, my feet were shreaded like nothing else, and bleeding like it too. The one good thing that has come out of this is that I have learned to wear shoes on beaches, no matter how solid the mud looks.
This is four days later - - - we have done bush bashing, kyacking, abseiling, swimming, and I have felt the cuts on my feet every step of the way. However, now that camp is over, I have been soaking my cuts in dettol for the last half hour and hoping that the sand comes out. The price one pays for a simple mistake...
My sandshoes had been sucked off by the mud, so I had to fish them out. By the time that was done, I was brown all over and all of us were laughing. I sat them on the sand, and scrambled back out of the kyack without my sandshoes on...and of course I sank right back into the mud.
After extricticating myself again I found that we had to move the kyack a hundred metres or so along the beach - - and every single step of it the mud. Without my shoes on.
By the time we had got to the pontoon where we were having lunch, my feet were shreaded like nothing else, and bleeding like it too. The one good thing that has come out of this is that I have learned to wear shoes on beaches, no matter how solid the mud looks.
This is four days later - - - we have done bush bashing, kyacking, abseiling, swimming, and I have felt the cuts on my feet every step of the way. However, now that camp is over, I have been soaking my cuts in dettol for the last half hour and hoping that the sand comes out. The price one pays for a simple mistake...
