Sun 04/12-2022 Day 770

Pos: 08.3924,-83.2796
Loc: Playa Carbonera
Acc: Hilleberg Allak tent
Dist: 41,9 km
Start: 6:10 End: 14:10

I skipped the communal dinner, despite being invited. I simply cannot stand to be in a dining room with maybe fifty noisily chatting hiking tourists, and to tell the same old story again and again. I am hoping my kayak will survive the night without cuddling close to my tent, which is inside in a communal space. I do not have a good feeling, as I hear people looking closely at my baby and discussing my matter. But inside is no space for it. I have to trust people, but do not sleep well. I do not put in ear plugs, and the happy chatting from the people keeps going long into the night, and people are moving around all night also. Well meant, but this is not a good place to sleep for me. I would have fancied to stay on the beach.
This morning, thre men volunteer to carry my kayak down to the beach, thanks. I have the job to watch over my bags loaded on the backside forklift platform of the tractor. The driver is so nice to put some tarp under my bags, as the whole vehicle is sprayed allover with mud. The path to the beach for the tractor is only besides the grassy runway, which is not in use anymore. The tractor track is deep muddy, and deep means half the big wheels at times. Magically, the space for my bags where I also stand on stays quite mud-spray-free, but this is quite a ride! The driver is very skilfull, but cannot help for the deep muddy watery tracks he has to take. Walking besides the tractor might have been easier, but I take this ride it as an experience of itself.
They service me with my kayak and bags on the tractor right on a suitable beach spot on low tide, perfect. I pack as usual, but have to drag my kayak through shallwos for a while until I get afloat and make it over multiple lines of low breakers offshore. Amazing as always, the last lines are larger than I saw them from standing up. But all good, with a few jumps, I am safely out. Around Punta Salsipuede, all beach landings at low tide look fine to me from offshore, but despite the effort of moving my kayak and gear to the ranger station, it was a fine landing spot. After the point, I finally can paddle closer to the coast to watch the amazing junglepassing by, but for some reason, close to shore I lost my speed. I better stay a bit further out and aim straing to the last point into the Golf.
Three or four boats come across my way, and two of them aim straight on me to see what I am. I HATE IT! Can they not imagine they better stay far away from a fragile, tippy floating vessel? Maybe the floating turtles think the same about me approaching them, but they can always dive down. The sea is even lower than yesterday, but around Cabo Matapalo, things are still quite lumpy. I am once more happy I waited those two days in Bahia Drake. The cape has a hige conical rock with an arch, and another area with andless caves, and is quite steep in general. But the sea is so lumpe here with a tidal race against my direction that I barely raise an eye up to the cape or give the caves and arc a closer look. Not to talk about taking pictures. I am more happy to keep my balance and to make headway away from the dnger zone and to reach the safe beach. I am wondering if the first beach I see after he cape is already the one I marked for landing? Thankfully not, this one might be doable, but is anything else than safe to land on high tide. Too many rocks. My sandy beach comes around the next rocky corner, where a large catamaran is anchoring, decorated with happy party people. The landing looks very calm, despite high tide.
I carefully make out where there are no rocks, and time it perfectly to get washed up the beach. I have unloaded and carried one bag uphill, when suddenly a higher wash carries my kayak back afloat! Stupid me! The fron hatch is open, and my back pack sits lose inside the cockpit, but I can grab it in chest-deep water again with effort – and before the next wash takes it likely straight on some reef rock. Phewww! After building my tent site, I like to first-time on this section try my snorkeling skills among the reef rocks at the side of the bay. The water looked noticeable clearer all day, and the rocky area looks calm. But besides the magic of floating in luke-warm water, and a moderate visibility, there are barely any fish around the rocks. Oh well I need to wait until the Caribbean…
Soon, the usual strong afternoon rain sets in. My coast guard contact Adrian has promised to organize the immigration officer coming to my beach tomorrow early morning, to finalize the paperwork to leave Costa Rica for Panama. See when he comes, and how quickly things go. In any way, I will likely only cross the Golf tomorrow, barely twenty kilometers, as I do not trust the landings midway on high tide, despite being low seas. And aiming straight to Playa Bonita in the bay before Punta Burica is too much distance for one day with unknown time for office work in the morning.