Friday, December 21

swimming with the fishes

Yesterday I went snorkelling with Cap'n Kev. My first time. A great way to lose your bearings in all three dimensions at once. Comfort zones are gone. You inhale water until you get the hang of the snorkel.

But eventually you're floating calmly, like flying way above the colourful sea-bed, and you soon forget all about sharks. I saw rays, and started following a fat grouper around. They don't get spooked. Kev jabbed one with his finger, and it turned round and stood its ground.

Back on land afterwards, I was quite disoriented - not physically, but for a while it felt like re-learning how to stand, walk, and converse sensibly. It was not unpleasant. The coffee was like my first cup ever.

I have to do it all over again on Monday.


  1. Albert? How come you've lived so long there and never snorkelled? Weirder and weirder is all we can say. Hotboy

  2. Like a lot of people where I came from, I grew up with the idea that clean healthy outdoor fun was for losers.

  3. I never have tried snorkeling. To be honest it has limited appeal. I like water, but I prefer to be in my boat and not actually in it.

    But I've lived my whole life by cold oceans.

  4. Nanners. I'm not sure I see any need to do it more than once.

  5. I say!

    A squeeze of lime, and a sprinkle of piri piri, then straight on the braai.

    MM III

  6. Mingers. Some of these fish are as old as you and me, and deserve to be left alone.

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