Tricked out kayaks Hitting the water - Wavelength Paddling Magazine
Tricked out kayaks Hitting the water - Wavelength Paddling Magazine
Tricked out kayaks Hitting the water - Wavelength Paddling Magazine
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International destinations<br />
<strong>the</strong>y only end up with a small amount and<br />
ruined land.” Most of <strong>the</strong> money goes to<br />
<strong>the</strong> people who broker <strong>the</strong> deals.<br />
By now <strong>the</strong> lagoon is like a lacquered<br />
surface, and in <strong>the</strong> distance is a small island,<br />
Matikuri, on which sits an eco-lodge, <strong>the</strong><br />
place where we’re staying tonight. This<br />
is a good location from which to access<br />
<strong>the</strong> Bapita Passage, a narrow system of<br />
<strong>water</strong>ways and a great place to kayak.<br />
Bapita immediately swallows you into its<br />
mangrove belly; <strong>the</strong> smell here is pungent:<br />
I imagine this is what it must have smelt<br />
like back in headhunting times, when<br />
freshly severed heads were left for a month<br />
or two to decompose. Once <strong>the</strong> skin was<br />
eaten away or peeling off, <strong>the</strong> brains were<br />
emptied and <strong>the</strong> skulls buried.<br />
On entering <strong>the</strong> passage, <strong>the</strong> <strong>water</strong> turns<br />
into a sheet of shimmering emerald. Stripy<br />
fish dart past my paddle as we approach<br />
an isolated village. Fishermen are <strong>out</strong> in<br />
numbers catching food for tomorrow’s<br />
Sabbath feast. A teenage girl sings in one<br />
of <strong>the</strong> huts and for a fleeting moment our<br />
eyes meet. They twinkle with longing, and<br />
as I paddle past she sings louder. Eventually<br />
her voice is lost to <strong>the</strong> mangroves, replaced<br />
by a strange birdcall that hoots like an<br />
owl before sounding like it’s coughing up<br />
phlegm.<br />
We pass underneath a logging bridge.<br />
The Australian navy bombed this part of<br />
Bapita to create a shortcut through <strong>the</strong><br />
passage. This meant locals no longer had to<br />
haul <strong>the</strong>ir canoes over mudflats.<br />
The passage opens <strong>out</strong> and cliffs of<br />
mauve, grey and gold curve over my head,<br />
along with overhanging trees. Beneath<br />
our <strong>kayaks</strong> is a sinkhole where divers can<br />
descend 28 meters before a horizontal cave<br />
traverses 20 meters horizontally. There<br />
<strong>the</strong> ceiling ends and <strong>the</strong> cave widens into<br />
a canyon which holds <strong>the</strong> remains of a<br />
battered American barge.<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r good diving spot near Matikuri<br />
(roughly a two-hour paddle) is Hele Bar.<br />
Here, on <strong>the</strong> edge of a reef that plummets<br />
40 meters, lies ano<strong>the</strong>r wreck: that of a<br />
35-meter Japanese tuna fishing boat, Taiyo,<br />
which ran aground on its maiden voyage.<br />
The captain was drunk and decided to<br />
take a shortcut instead of sailing around<br />
Above: Heavy clouds give a welcome respite<br />
from <strong>the</strong> S<strong>out</strong>h Pacific sun. Inset: Raba and<br />
<strong>the</strong> author pose toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
<strong>the</strong> passage. A failed salvage operation has<br />
rendered <strong>the</strong> Taiyo completely vertical.<br />
Near this wreck is a small island, and<br />
by <strong>the</strong> time Aerum and I reach it my<br />
sunburned hands feel like <strong>the</strong>y’re covered<br />
with hot embers.<br />
Aerum points vaguely to where <strong>the</strong><br />
wreck should be, and I wade in with my<br />
snorkel. The path to <strong>the</strong> edge of <strong>the</strong> reef<br />
is convoluted: <strong>the</strong> <strong>water</strong> is shallow and<br />
if I try to swim over <strong>the</strong> needle coral I’ll<br />
end up scraping <strong>the</strong> skin off my stomach.<br />
Instead I follow a series of troughs until <strong>the</strong><br />
reef ends and murky blue <strong>water</strong> stretches<br />
18 WAVELENGTH MAGAZINE WINTER 2010