We experienced a little adventure with my mother in a tandem kayak. Our kayak flipped into the river of the Mangrove with such a strong current; lucky we had our jackets security and that I knew how to react without panicking, but our jackets were not well adjusted to us, and at first, they made us sink more than float. It took 40 minutes for the guide to realize that we were no longer with the group, but I had managed to squeeze my mother into branches to avoid her getting pulled by the current with the paddles and my waterproof packsack. Then I managed to pull the kayak to the river's edge to turn it over. By clinging to the mangroves' branches, I managed to return to get my mother to hang on to the kayak. It was so muddy, and with the current and my mother hanging on to the kayak slowly, we headed into the mangroves to try to join the group. They realized we missed it once they got back to the endpoint. On my own, I couldn't get my mum into the kayak with water up to our necks and the strong current. When the guide found us, we had advanced far enough to get out of the current, so with her, we could help my mother get back into the kayak. Then I got back in the kayak, and we paddled back another 20 minutes to get back to the endpoint. Hats off to my 79-year-old mother; she never panicked or cursed, and we laughed in the muddy Mangrove. The guide told me hats off for returning the kayak alone and hats off for our attitude because she was afraid to find us in a worse state. I told her we wanted to explore the mangroves, so we got our money's worth by having an extra hour wholly immersed in the Mangrove's muddy waters. Damn, she laughed. When I came out, I was relieved but not exhausted; neither my mother nor I panicked, it was difficult physically, but hey, I made all the necessary moves without thinking, just on survival instinct. My mother lost her camera during the whole adventure; I had my waterproof sack pack, so I found mine once I turned the kayak over; fortunately, I had backed up all her photos the night before our adventure 😉. It was a small tandem kayak but not covered, so my mother leaned too far towards an edge to avoid a low branch that crossed the narrow river. A second later, we were both in the water. The paddles were too long and not adjustable. The little river under the Mangrove is the last portion and the last hour of the tour. We battled between branches crossing the river, our too-long paddles getting stuck within the roots or the extensions on both edges of the river. Before the Mangrove, we paddle in a larger portion of the Mangrove for the first two hours, which navigates well with no current. Then we merge within the shores of the Gulf of Mexico, and with the waves and the wind, the kayak is not well adapted for that part either. I have good experience kayaking, mainly on lakes; my mom never kayaked. But even for me, being the strongest paddler in the back and my mom in the front, I found it was hard, almost non-stop paddling for 3 hours except for a little break on the beach before entering the narrow and last portion of the tour. With all the active sporty side of the activity, which I loved, we had little time to observe much fauna or flora. Finally, the guide was alone mainly in the front, paddled pretty fast, and when stopped for the explanation, by the time we reached the group, we had missed everything. This tour needs a guide in the back to ensure no one gets left behind. Finally, the guides need to know how to adjust the safety vests appropriately because I almost went through mine once projected in the water with a strong current. My mom's life jacket was poorly adjusted, too, so she was like a turtle on her back, unable to move at all.