Day 9: Grand Cayman Islands
This morning is blowing a gale. The sky is grey and hungover and the wind is blowing a treat. It looks to me like the day may be a write off, but Katie insists that it will clear and we can head out to the beach. And true enough, she’s right.
Packing a picnic lunch and some wine, the three of us head off to the beach for the day. Yoshi unpacks his windsurfer and takes to the waves, while Katie and I snorkel our way through the waters. There are lots more colourful fish today than I saw yesterday, but soon enough, I had reached my limit. My jaw and shoulders are sore from being tense as I snorkel. I probably didn’t explain that I don’t really like the ocean. I don’t like the ocean in general, it’s a way bigger beast than me, I don’t like that I can’t see the boundaries and I don’t know what’s down there. I’m ok in the shallow, but once I start going out deep, I don’t like it. I can’t stop thinking about drowning, shipwrecks, dangerous animals, the unknown. It’s taken everything in me to be able to do this snorkelling thing.
But I think I am getting there and can now at least appreciate the little coloured fishes I can see darting around the seabed. In shallowish water.
Another demon faced and conquered (well – mainly)….
DAILY IGUANA COUNT: 2 (both dead)