Monday, August 17, 2009

Being hustled in a kayak


We went out in the sea kayaks today onto a calm river and within minutes they found us, a whole pod of rolling, snorting, gliding, spraying, bubbling belugas, mostly older and pure white, but riding high of the back of some mothers were dark, glistening babies.
As they come closer to us they slide under the waves and all you see is the white shadow moving closer as your heart rises into your mouth and suddenly one will burst up right next to the kayak, spray you with water from their blowhole and dive in a swirl of foam.
They are so amazingly curious , following in your wake, bumping the rudder, and blowing out flurries of bubbles quite deliberately right under your kayak. They seemed to love playing with us and three started to work in unison bashing into the bottom of my kayak, lifting one side so high that I thought I was going to tip out, but managed to right myself, giggling and squealing with delight.
We had working out that if you placed your paddle into the water and gentle rotated it from side to side they would come right up to investigate and gentle open their mouths around it, exploring with their mouth. Then slowly you raise up your paddle and their head would rise out of the water with the paddle until there they are right there, inches from the boat, tipping their head and looking at you with their deep mellow eyes. Each time I would reach out my hand and try to caress their heads, and each time they were just out of reach, so I improved my paddle fishing technique until one rose touching the boat and stayed up, I stroked her soft squashy head and she didn't seem to mind at all, actually bobbing down a little, then back up to bump my hand. Then to my delight she opened her mouth wide and moved forward to touch my hand with her tongue. I almost retracted my hand through instinct, putting your fingers into the mouth of a wild animal doesn't seem very wise, but I couldn't bear to move and break the spell and so my fingers touched against her wet grainy tongue. It was a long time before I remembered to breath, and a lot longer before the insane smile faded.
You must come here and do this, you just have to!!

I'm going to calm down and stop waxing lyrical now before I annoy myself, and go and eat some noodles X

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