I knew it was trouble before it began. Hubby and his brother decide they will bond with some Mexico kayaking. With a sudden change of wind, they are up for the challenge of paddling back to camp in the swells and waves that have now risen from glass like conditions earlier.
The voices of rules and common sense (their wives), who to this point had been their paddling partners, jump in the support boat along with half of the paddling group.
I shall remind readers of my sweet husband’s pattern of sticking close to the side of rule obeying, albeit slow-as-molasses wife, in all matters athletic.
However should wise and guideline obsessed female partner of sweet husband get off a bike, and now out of a kayak, the man bolts like a starving lion after the last gazelle on the African savanna.
Long time followers will recall the cycling incident in the Picos de Europa of Spain. Once said exhausted wife was safely in the hands of the guide in the support van, the bicycle tires of ever patient husband screeched as though at the start line of a Formula 1 race.
With cell phone turned off, Hubby blasted past an intended turn doing his best imitation of a space shuttle on two wheels.
Once lost to all guides and nail biting wife, we wondered if he had taken up with the cowbell wearing local bovine population. Hubby states he was never lost and met us at the designated hotel for the night with a sheepish grin.
After a serious talking to and a threat of being made to wear a cowbell for the entire trip by the tour company owners, he remained in sight for the rest of the Spanish ride.
Mexico Kayaking Olympics
Now in Mexico, as the waves crashed against the kayaks, Brother 1 and Brother 2 grab the paddles with intensity. Faster than common sense Sister-in-law 1 and Sister-in-law 2 can remind their husbands of the number one rule never to get ahead of the lead kayak guide, an imaginary gazelle leaps from the Sea of Cortez in front of the lion brothers.
Heads down they paddle as if the Olympic medal finals for double kayaking have moved to the Baja Peninsula. Nothing can slow the Mexico kayaking brothers.
As their lead lengthens on the head guide, the volume of all calls for them to stop becomes deafening.
Apparently the brothers are already deaf.
We in the support boat wave frantically as though our bathing suits have caught fire.
The guide calls out repeatedly over the waves but the wind throw his pleas backwards.
The support boat driver mutters in unrecognizable Spanish. Likely best we don’t understand his thoughts on the matter.
The Canadian bad boy brothers are oblivious. Paddling in perfect rhythm their lead on the entire group widens.
Finally over the two way radio comes the command from the owners of the company in the back kayak.
” Cut those two off!”
The support boat veers toward the Canadian bad boys. Finally within ear shot my sister-in-law’s famous finger whistle brings the lion brothers out of their gazelle-chasing daze.
Below a short video of the Mexico kayaking sprint finale. My nattering is barely audible over the wind. Just as well.
As Hugo the lead guide finally catches the Mexico kayaking champions they offer sheepish grins.
“We were just trying not to lose ground.” Or apparently a gazelle for that matter.
Later the bad boys received the real talking to from the owners of the company. Did I mention these are the same people who gave Hubby the reprimand in Spain? Amazing we are still allowed to book trips with them.
Have you ever broken a guide’s rules while traveling?