Loc: Punta Salinas
Dist: 56,7 km
Start: 5:35 End: 16:35
No paddling tomorrow!
I’ll update tomorrow. too tired now…
I had one of the worst nights on the whole trip – soon after we devoured our yummy fresh vegetable soup for dinner, my stomach played up all night. Just thinking about food made me prepare my pot for possible throw ups, and I had to go out for a dump three times – the last one in the morning was showing a perfect example of diarrhea. Well – all what Peter had three weeks ago, I assume…But where to go for a dump at night on a well-lit public beach in a city with an occasional figure showing up here and there? There are only two possibilities – either digging a very deep hole in your sandy apsis, or, if not advisable or possible – use a plastic garbage bag and find a suitable trash can next morning…I couldn’t really sleep, only lying on my back, as if I was trying my side the content of my lower body was burning on fire.
We noticed in the morning that obviously a car of the coastguard with two volunteers decided it would be more safe to stay all night besides our tent – thanks guys! Not that we were feeling very unsafe between the fishermen’s boats in that corner of the beach, and the prognostic “drinking” party on the beach bars didn’t really happen also. Still, additionally to the diarrhea I had only tiny patches of light sleep , due to being on the watch. If I’d known about the car besides us…
I was understandably not really well rested in the morning, and if this had been a nice place to camp, we’d probably stay a day for me to recover.
But I decided to go paddling, despite me being overtired, weak and still having a burning interior. I just wanted to be away from this city beach!
The fishermen were busy expecting the boats coming in from the night’s catch, and kind of put up a market on the beach, helping the landing “nutshells” coming in through the still occasionally ugly surf. Those landing boats – the bigger real fishing boats are moored offshore in a calm area – have to take the same care as we have to do going through the surf – but they should know their area…
We were launching out with no big splash, and were happy to be on our quiet and peaceful lonely surrounding again.
But sure I really had to torture myself through this leg – we even made breaks every 2,5 km instead of the usual 5 km, for me having a brief catnap. My stomach was still burning, though I didn’t have to deliver anything over board today. I was able to eat at least three bananas, which felt soothing for my sore guts, plus an apple, carrot and mango. Not too bad…still, I was really happy about the reasonable pushing wind especially in the afternoon! We were back to the Humboldt current, with the usual weather pattern of cold water and a nice following wind all day. So even on a catnap, we were gaining 100 m or more. Still it was hot at times, and we were soaking our hats to stay cool.
A sad view of a dead floating dog, blown up in the sun, made us think how he got there? He must have gone overboard from a bigger fishing board, either the crew didn’t notice in time, or they were unable to get the heavy creature back on board. There are a bunch of dogs on the larger boats. Fighting against possible pirates??
We were almost all day paddling along a high wall of boring sand, where the surf was trashing nastily on the beach. At the last ten km, the wall got lower, and eventually the headland of Punta Salinas showed up. Thank goodness!
The landing was supposed to be very calm and sheltered, and we gladly saw a beach with just very few houses in the background being close to a nature reserve. This looked like a place to stay undisturbed for a day!
A huge fat dead stinky seal was littering our corner, but we managed to put up our tent upwind and were hoping the smell wouldn’t come across. And now it was time for a peaceful night with a good rest! Despite me being really weak and having a headache, I am confident that after a day’s rest I can go again!