The PaddlerUK magazine July 2015 issue 3 | Page 54

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The biggest
highlight of the trip was when we bumped into
an old red fishing boat, which didn't look much
more than a floating garden shed. The fishermen
greeted us with excited smiles and curios eyes,
undoubtingly questioning what we were possibly
be doing out here. We explained our journey
and they seemed suitably impressed with our
efforts. The next thing we knew they were
swinging a king crab over the side, offering us
this spiky and very much alive creature. Our eyes
lit up with the thought of our fresh food in
weeks. We feasted that evening on meaty crab
legs, it is easy to say that it was the best seafood
I have ever tasted.
Time had hurtled by, and distance had gradually
been swallowed up by our determined paddling.
Before we knew it we only had days left to go.
The pushy winds now truly on our side, thrusted
us ever closer to our finishing destination. We
dreamt, talked and thought of only pizza and
chocolate. The finish was so close now we could
almost smell our celebratory pizza.