All I know is that Capt. Hook has set me up. Take that to mean what you like. I was not sure what would happen, and I had ten minutes to focus and get back to the beach for my $45 snorkeling tour.
1) Take the $5000 watch off and put on the $150 Zurich Airport duty free equivalent
2) Count your money carefully and just bring that to any possible avoid upward migration in pricing
3) Bring lippie
4) Bring reading glasses and sunnies
5) Bring water
6) Bring stuffies in case we are bored at sea
7) I always travel with ziplock bags and this was a good trip to have one for electronics
8) Duh! I forgot food! (In unlikely case we are marooned but mainly it's the best way to make friends.)
Pretty calm at 9am. Little did I know. These guys knew; they are profesional fishermen, with Capt Hook as their pimp.
Notice anything interesting? I sure did. The guy in the red shorts was a genuine, quiet, self-effacing guy. And I found him totally hot, oddly. They all had hot lean strong bods. Good role models. I bit they eat a lot of fish, being fishermen.
This would be Capt. Kirk.
I actually liked and respected the real Captain. He knew how to run a total wreck of stitched-together bedsheets sails, (very green, economising use of the Yamaha petrol engine) and discarded lumber to keep us afloat across some nasty seas. "So how far a swim to shore is it?" i can do 2km no prob. More would be really scary. 2km out here would be really scary, but I could do it. I've already thought out that I'll strap my Tumi bag with my gear and stuffies to the hull if the boat gets too rough. Then maybe I could get my phone in the airtight bag and water logged animals back.
Kirk told me that the rough seas in the snorkeling-spot stop after the rains come, so we wait for the rains. Uh.. yeah, that would be a storm front, but there was nothing like that today. Like a mate, he shared his faux marijuana cigarette with me while we battened down the hatches at the proposed snorkeling site. Back, forth, back, forth. I jumped out and swam and it was SO scary. As if I was going to snorkel in 2m swell. Akuna matata, I told him, and we smoked faux dope, which I think was probably tobacco, chaff, and some other plant that grows around here. To Capt. Hooks's credit, I think Capt Kirk smokes the same thing and thinks he is getting high. Good thing no one is, since they are navigating boats in rough seas.
Cheetah longs for the days on stable land in the Serengeti.
They know what they are doing. I never felt at all unsafe inside the boat. I had asked my hotel front desk if i could trust them; ok.
I know, but I could not help but getting the hots for the guy in the red shorts. I don't want to deconstruct it, but he turned me on, and he seemed to be a very nice, quiet, unassuming guy. Oh, he is Uhura.
This guy pretended to be the Captain, said he was Capt Somebodyorother. He took my money, gave me a song and dance, but he is really Lt. Spock. He ran the lines and bailed the water from the boat. Nice enough, if not up himself.
Stormy seas. I am tough, but i had enough, and the miracle rain then calm was never coming today. Note the pitch of the boat. That was nothing!
Journey to the Island of the Lost Souls. Like I was going to snorkel in a 2m swell..
This is before. After was stormy seas.
I am always so prepared, now with my TBI, I have to be, traveling alone around the world. So all was packed in one Tumi backpack. I got out of the pitching boat and Capt Kirk screamed, "NOT GO RIGHT! THERE IS A SEA URCHIN BY FOOT!!!!" I went into protective horizontal swimming mode, albeit in heavy surf, and swam left up the beach and the Capt Kirk turned on the power and motored to me. Amazing, smart, and competant. Later the French fry PADI guy showed my the scars from his painful sea urcin tussel. The hotel told me no worries swimming on their beach.
my feet look SO small now. didnt notice in the moment
old man
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