Loc: Capitania Chanduy
Dist: 46,2 km
Start: 6:50 End: 17:40
Estimated landing: Punta Salinas
I had the whole city concert last night – dogs barking, kids crying, people shouting, VHF radio talking, music playing, air condition engines running (not for my tent though…), cars honking and kick starting, roosters crowing in the morning., plus a strong bright light and gasoline smell from the barrels they stored in the backyard…all weighted against a secure camp site with a fresh water shower…but with bad quality sleep. It’s not the Capitanias’ fault – thanks for offering me a safe place to camp! It’s just about me being sensitive after a long day’s paddling to a not relaxing city camp site. I’m just a nature person!
The guys were so nice to carry my gear down early in the morning, and I had another go along the coast of Ecuador. This time close to the beach, and what a nice remote beach with dunes! Honestly, I was close to cancelling my next city camping date in the Capitania of Chanduy…but it also kept me going and not going in earlier. Though I was fighting hard today – solid 10-15 knots headwind from wnw plus waves also from that direction in quite some chop. I was crawling along with 4,5 km/h, and all that with mostly a Navy boat close by. They stayed in a reasonable distance out of my sight, nose and ears, I only had to get them also out of my mind to find my own private paddling rhythm and peace.
Not that I want to complain about the escort, no way! We agreed it would be better, as they suspected pirates around, and I was thankful to have them available. I believed in possible pirates for the bay of Guyanquil, after my own strange experience, but here close along the coast?? Very few boats anyway, and all looked like solid friendly fishermen.
I would like to paddle again without escort boat tomorrow, like I’m used to! They can come occasionally to say hello if they want to. But to have constantly a boat watching you in your neck, all your actions you take, whether you are paddling, eating, drinking, peeing or poking your nose, feels like BIG BROTHER is watching you.
I will try to save this feeling for the rather dangerous areas after Esmeraldas and on Colombia’s Pacific coast. But I need to paddle for a few more days by myself again in good Ecuador country until it may be really advisable to have an escort boat with a bunch of strong navy men in there!
It must be horrible being a princess, high politician, famous actress or singer who can’t take a step outside at all without body guard…
If there is such an ugly headwind and chop also tomorrow, I may not even like to fight all the way to reach Salinas. We’ll see.
Tonight I was landing at the beach below the Capitania of Chanduy, a small fishing village with many many boats anchoring. The beach was smelling quite fishy, and I was happy to get my boat and gear upstairs with the nice help of the guys. Teniente Andres was greeting me, and they kindly offered me a nice clean room to stay in. Thanks a lot!
But after my shower I rather decided to camp in the back court yard with a bit of a breeze and no mosquitoes inside my tent. I just need fresh air and no bug bites! And I already heard the chicken around me…good morning soon! Or ear plugs.