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Wind and current from the back!

Pos: here
Loc: Bonasse
Acc: tent
Dist: 53,8 km
Start: 5:05 End: 14:50

That nightwatch guy last night – was he nuts to drive down at 11.30 pm to the place where I have my tent and my “paddling partner” was sleeping on top of an old boat under a roof? Not only flashing the bright lights of his car right on my tent, no, he was calling out loud:” Good night! Good night! Hello! Hello! Is everything ok?” I didn’t bother to answer, sure I was sleeping already, Alloy did talk to him with a “happy” but sleepy voice. The same at 3.30 am, just with the “good morning” variation. If I’d have been by myself, I’d have kicked his ass, or probably rather would have not answered at all. And then, when he’d not get an answer and would have been shaking my tent or such I’d have answered him:”I am dead, this is why I am not answering…”

I was ready to go at 5 pm, Alloy wanted to start later. Ok… but he must have changed his mind then and not started at all or has turned around, as I haven’t seen him any more all day. Also ok. Unfortunately I noticed I have lost my blue towel at this camp site… I enjoyed a friendly paddling day at my pace with the current and low wind in my back, going unusually south west and the wind is mostly north east. Easy going, lots of rests and still making progress… as I think this may have been the one and only “lazy” day like this, I enjoyed it even more. Some rain in the afternoon, but no wind.

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I paddled past many many oil rigs and matching working ships, but few fishing boats. No wonder, as the oil rigs must be leaking somewhere as I was paddling quite often through a floating oil field, yuck! Disgusting.

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Glenn has given me as a safe destination today the way point of a coast guard and immigration/ customs station, but no one really knew about my arrival. They wanted to get me through the customs/immigration process again, as my checkout in Charguramas was two days ago, but then were so friendly to leave the paperwork as it was and allowed me to camp in sight of the station. Thanks! I could even use their shower, but it proved to be useless with later the sweat was running down again in my tent. Well…