Loc: Isla Piedra Blanca
Acc: Hilleberg Allak tent
Dist: 44,4 km
Start: 6:30 End: 16:35
An easy launch, an easy paddle with low to moderate wind and seas. I have agreed with Debbie Hathaway, an US lady visiting her son in Nosara, to meet up in Garza for a paddle on the second half of my day. I have rounded an extensive reef and have already twenty-five kilometers under my belt, when I turn into the wide bay of Garza. I find Debbie with her kayak and her son Brian in the left corner, and land through a tiny surf on a flat beach. Nice to meet a fellow paddler! Debbie is seventy years old, but as fit as one can be. She is a runner and active white water paddler and enjoys coastal surfing. Her sea kayak experience is moderate, and her boat is plastic, but as se paddles unloaded, speed is not an issue. We have a normal mutual travelling pace, and Debbie happily tells me a lot of stories of her kayaking career. She has a lot of different kayaks at her son’s place, and would be more than happy if people visit her and get outfitted out of her fleet. So far, sea kayaking is underdeveloped in Costa Rica, but white water is pretty common.
We have a lovely half day’s paddle together, and I once more feel sorry I have no paddling partner on the southern half any more. The sea is not really for beginners here, but with a bit of care and by my side, things should be safe. We have to round a few offshore reefs, some of them breaking quite unexpectedly. But overall, it is a safe paddle, and we aim for the wide bay of Samara. I aim for the south-eastern end, and Debbie turns off at some poit to find her son with the truck for a pick up.
Soon, I find Isla Piedra Blanca’s lovely white sandy spit beach, and am happy for such a lovely safe night spot! I have just landed, when I see two stand-up paddle boarders aiming also for ‘my’ island. Oh well! They will be gone soon by sunset. And another young couple aims from the other side to ‘my’ island for a sunset paddle. They even came across Debbie, who told them about my trip. So, for a while, I have company from two young freshly in love couples, before they all launch in last light, pretty late for my safety feeling.
The lady from the young SUP-couple is Dutch, and claims happily to her local friend that she is not scared of anything, also not of him…na, if that is not an invitation to continue the night…I smile for myself and think of the time when I have been twenty. But I am wondering why they sit on their boards only about hundred meters from ‘my’ island, not paddling. Are they waiting for the pitch-darkness to show that she is also not afraid to paddle in the dark? Well, soon I cannot see them anymore, and it is really dark. Their business…
I suspect the same with the other young couple on the double-sit-on-top kayak. It also looks to me they are not really moving as fast as the night falls. Same business? I hope all four are doing well.
I had to remove a fresh piece of pineapple peel on the top of the island, the nicest white sandy spot. It was occupied by an endless amount of hungry crabs. I threw tat piece up the cliffs, and saw hundreds of craby happily following the scent. Have fun, and do not bother me around my tent! The sleepy pelican up over my head in a high tree might occasionally leave some droppings, but I am far enough away to be in danger. My tent is wet enough from last night’s due. Maybe this nigh on my island spit is a bit more breezy, and my tent is dry in the morning. We will see.