|Michaelmas Cay (not as stormy as it seems)|
|Getting ready to snorkel|
|Little Blue and corals|
It was a bit intimidating, I admit, relying on your mouth to inhale and having water in your mask, so that your nose could feel it. It makes you want to inhale, rather desperately, through your nostrils, but you know you can't. Once I got past that little bit of terror, off we went, into the depths...well the shallows, really, of the reef. Alexa, our instructor, towed us around like useless lumps of flotsam, but it still gave me an idea of what SCUBA diving might be like. I was itching to be let free and swim on my own.
|Ron and I waiting to go deeper|
This time there was no hesitation and I jumped in and waited for our next dive adventure to begin. There is something addictive in gliding through big blue and seeing things that I've only seen on TV before. The half hour passed so quickly that I could hardly believe it.
The chop was high on the way home and many of us, myself included, succumbed to mal de mer. (Not Ron, of course, the man's a rock.) I was fortunate and got off lightly, some spent most of the journey looking at the bottom of a paper bag. While not the best wrap up to a fantastic day, I'm trying to leave the memory behind and keep only the good things. The crew of Sea Star were champions dealing with everyone who was sick, as well as being helpful, fun and informative on the rest of the journey. It really was a trip of a lifetime and we will likely go diving again.
What's next? Uluru, or Ayers Rock! The journey is winding down and there are only a few more stops left, so stay tuned, as they say.