Riding a catamaran in rough seas.
|Waiting for the bus to the catamaran|
A nice peaceful day, riding the waves and heading out until the land we left behind disappeared into the waves. Still not quite feeling herself, seven year old Sidney just kind of took it all in. Meanwhile, Robyn took advantage of exploring a new bathroom – repeatedly. I swear this kid has a thing for bathrooms. It doesn’t matter where you go, or how recently she went, she always has to go.
Robyn was tickled at her new “friends”, sea gulls that loyally followed the boat during our voyage.
While the snorkelers geared up, our guide instructed them in the finer points of snorkeling.
“You swim here. Fishies here.” He indicated the reef.
“Sharks out there,” the guide added, his arm sweeping to include all of the waters beyond the circled boats. “Ok.”
And off the snorkelers went to fill the little reef in the middle of what was apparently shark infested waters.
I suspected the shark warning wasn’t all joke when I noticed one of the guides on the next boat looking a little concerned while he tried to get the attention of one swimmer who went past the edge of the reef.
Loading back into the boat, we all had a chance to ooh and aah over the shadow of a large stingray gliding around beneath the surface of the water by the dock – only feet from where some of the kids had been playing in the water.
We were on our way to the main event of the day – the dolphins!
|Is that tourist getting mugged or hugged?|
And then it was long ride back …