So we had arrived at the barn, a hostel in Abel Tasman, we arrived to pouring rain, and were hopung to be able to kayak the following morning. I had my fingers crossed. We woke up to cloudy skies, but luckily the sun was attempting to peak through, so we decided to go ahead and do it! It was much harder than we expected and there was lots of safety stuff to remember, "if you capsize..." as i heard this i started to feel a little aprehensive, we were not really expecting to be left to our own devices, but we were and there we were kitted out with life jackets and kayak skirts, pure fashion! We loaded the kayaks onto the trailor and jumped into the tractor! we drove accross the beach and prepared ourselves to hit the ocean. Luckily for us the sea was mirror calm, simply beautiful, afte a bit of practising, our guide left us and he'd collect us at 3ish.
I was in a two person kayak with a Brazilian guy called Jedson, he spoke very little English but luckily we managed to go in a straight line, headed in the direction of a small beach we could see on an island in the distance.
It was so peaceful, every so often we stopped paddling and just looked at where we were and what we were surrounded by, it was so tranquil drifting along on the water. The Abel Tasman park was littered with trees as far as the eye could see, the hills and mountains helped to put everything into perspective and i felt very small.
There's so much to do in this area, its popular for walking and sailing i would definately stay for longer in this area if i was to visit again.
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