After lunch we went back to a beach on Española which was picture postcard perfect. Soft white sand, turquoise water, ships out at sea, perfect sunshine. It was gorgeous. Our guide kept a close watch to ensure nothing went wrong:
I decided to give the snorkelling another crack because it was from the beach instead of plunging in from the boat.
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| Just about to launch into the hellish experience. Sealions don't care. |
So I started off with Lena and Hester but sadly, because the sand was so soft, the water was v murky with the swirling sand and it was v difficult to see anything. Also waves were pretty strong coming in on shore and were bouncing over me and water was flooding through the snorkel meaning I couldn't breathe and couldn't see and was having zero craic. Panic time, the hand went up and the girls guided me back to shore. They deposited me a bit too far out though and said "you're fine here John". "No I'm not, don't leave me! Girls don't leave me, NOOOOOOOOO!" - I was practically in tears with the fear. Turns out that by this stage I was in no more than a foot of water, but how was I to know, I couldn't see a thing!
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| Back on land. Thankfully! |
Anyway, I decided to make a video for myself. I've wanted to make this since I came across this song on my phone.
Great craic and many thanks to Brian the cameraman and Lena my co-star at the end! And of course to whoever wrote the Baywatch song in the first place!
Back to the boat for the usual delicious dinner and then played cards afterwards. I fancied a beer, but the bloody Germans had completely exhausted the boat's supply! There was rum on board and the cook said he'd fix up some Cuba Libres for us. These were duly provided and duly drunk! Great craic of a day!
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| Waiting for Hester to make a move. Ah well, the Cuba Libres'll take the edge off! |
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