23/10/2024
Mornings like this, when we paddle away from a quiet little beach miles off Coron town, always paints an excited little smile on our faces. Only a few kilometers away, bangkas are loading with tourists, all heading to the same island. But for us however, we're getting there on our own power. Our kayaks sliced through sun-kissed waters as the morning dew drips off the frangipani leaves. Fog lifts off the silky aquamarine sea, making it always feel like we're charting a new course each time through this limestone maze.
The bustle of morning rush on the Coron Passage fades as we shoulder the coast opposite our launch point. Beneath the embrace of limestone walls, we marvelled at their grey faces painted with stories of ancient corals pushed skyward. While others queue for photos at the famous lakes, we find hidden coves where sometimes juvenile reef sharks dart beneath our hulls and sea eagles nest on the towering karst temples.
That's the magic of exploring by kayak – you don't just see Coron, you feel its pulse. The rhythm of its currents becomes your rhythm, and your shoulders? Well, they'll definitely remember the shape of these shores (for a few days at least).
We pull up on a pocket beach. Lunch! The tide left grids on the sand like footprints. It took us a while to get settled here. To find one for our own.
These moments remind us why we chose this path. Why are we here. And how in our adventures still find ourselves in places loved by thousands, yet in it carve a corner for our solitude. Every trip writes a different story, but all flows back to familiar memories of Coron while we try to follow nature's current.