Kayaking adventures
Paddle the “silent channels”
Slide your kayak into mirror‑calm water and watch the noisy world fade behind the reed wall. With every stroke you creep deeper into willow tunnels where motorboats can’t fit and kingfishers flash like turquoise arrows across your bow. The Delta’s labyrinth means routes are never the same twice—one day a vine‑draped shortcut, next day a freshly opened passage carved by last spring’s flood. I guide small groups (max 6 boats) so we move quietly enough to spot pond turtles sunning on fallen logs and white‑tailed eagles circling overhead.
Sandbar picnics & Campfire Stew
By midday we beach the kayaks on a hidden sandbar. While you cool off with a quick swim, I rig a driftwood tripod and hang an enamel pot over the embers—fresh fish soup or slow‑simmered vegetable stew depending on the catch. There’s no restaurant within 20 kilometres, just the hiss of the fire, a chorus of frogs, and a cold local beer pulled from the cooler strapped to the bow. After lunch we stretch out under willow shade before paddling the afternoon’s leg downstream.
Sunset glide and stars above the reeds
Evening light turns the water to liquid gold. We drift the final kilometre without paddling, letting the current carry us past islands where night herons trade places with bats. Tents go up on a wooded point; lines are cast for pike under a violet sky; and stories flow until the Milky Way outshines our headlamps. For multi‑day expeditions we repeat the rhythm—paddle, explore, camp—covering 15–20 km per day with all safety gear, dry bags and route permits arranged for you.
