I don’t know what it is about the Waimea estuary.
Some folk want to drive to Rough Island.
Some folk pick up their kayaks and walk.
This mob got confused by a combination of the ever-changing pattern of channels and a very low (and receding) tide.
It can turn into a maze.
They paddled along quite happily until they ground to a halt, didn’t considered reversing their direction and faffed about for AGES trying to portage themselves to somewhere with a bit more wet.
Must be the sun…