On Wednesday the 16th of March at Castor bay I felt so excited, I put my life jacket on and got ready to paddle through the sea. I was on the water and I started to paddle further and further. After a while everyone in my group, “Tiritiri” started to get the hang of paddling a kayak . It was a very hot day, I paddled as hard as I could and my arms got sore. We do E.O.T.C to learn things that we may not have known how to do before.
As I joyfully paddled my way across the sea from the corner of my eye I glanced at Rangitoto as it sat there in the sun doing nothing. I could see everyone on their colourful kayaks, the water glistening under the sunlight, paddles moving up then down and the small rippling waves. I could hear the waves lapping down quietly onto the shore, people talking and paddles splashing about. I smelt the saltiness of the sea and the stinky sand all throughout the beach. I felt the the bumps and rubber on the paddle, the cold water, soft, silky sand and the nose of the kayak. I tasted the excitement race around when my team won the netball game and I tasted salty sea water. I thought that it was fun and as if I were riding a smooth galloping horse. I was paddling, pushing the kayak, talking and sitting on my kayak.
