Waterways

The Swedish love their water. Maybe not as much as the Norwegians, but they use it much reckless as them. We took a kayak-trip on the west-coast today. When you’re in a kayak, you’re at the bottom of the on-shore-food chain. You’re still higher in hierarchy than everything under the water (except the wales, maybe), but when it comes to compare who’s got the longest: you always loose.

Beside on that you are the slowest, you’re also the lightest in weight. And the cheapest when it comes to replacement costs. The only plus on your side is basically can’t sink until you really wreck your boat and you can reach waters that are that shallow that the fishes start breathing normal air.

But back to the Swedes. They seem to have an ongoing competition between everybody who dares to get on the water. If you’re one of the big ones, then you win. If you’re somewhere in the middle class: hell, you stay away from the big ones, but you let the smaller ones for sure know you’ve been here. That usually tends to be expressed in making waves as high as possible, seesawing other boats and maybe, maybe tipping somebody over.

In a kayak you have to watch out for the sneakers, coming behind you and taking over in the last moment. As closer the wave gets, as more surprisingly it comes.

You can see it on their faces, how much fun it must be. I wouldn’t do it differently if I could.