I can see the shoreline. Almost there.
What if I don’t make it?
Just focus on paddling. Right stroke, left stroke, right stroke – splashing water.
Got to go.
Desert. Wasteland. Not a drop of water. Think. Focus. Dry. Desert. Cracks through brown crusty earth. Wilted flowers. High hot sun beating down on you. Dry lips. Dehydration.
WATERFALL!
No waterfall. Just a towering dry rock surrounded by dust.
WE’RE NOT GETTING ANY CLOSER!
Look, you can see the waves hitting the shore now, you’re getting so close.
Yes, I can, I can hear the waves. I CAN HEAR THE RUSHING WATER.
Hold it, marine
MARINA?!
Wrong choice of words, soldier
I CAN’T HOLD IT!
Right stroke, left stroke, desert, wilted, dry.
WATERFALL, WAVES, MARINA
Whose in control?
MY MICTURITION REFLEX
Whose in control?!
ME, I hope
And what are we going to do about it?
Just keep paddling, JUST KEEP PADDLING
The conversation in my head as we near shore after a long paddle, after working hard to stay hydrated, is not always a pleasant one.
Paddling Without a Clue 
Well here’s the solution (sorry about that pun). 25km offshore and 25km to go. Luckily the water was warm and calm. See the last photo in the page.
https://cafevatican.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/bass-strait-crossing-2008
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Hahaha, that’s great 🙂 Thanks for sharing the cute pic (I was curious what the photo would be…). The water was probably warmer afterwards 😉
By the way, seeing you’re in Australia, have you read Fearless? I just finished it yesterday.
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