Fish butts

It occurs to me, as I trudge alone on an isolated 4WD track heading to a remote beach to do some snorkelling, that this might not be the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Oh sure, I’ve done far stupider things; some in the name of love and some for no reason at all, but age should really have given me something else besides wrinkles. A slip on the rocks a short time later confirms my hypothesis, although the lack of mobile reception should have done that already. But I trudge on regardless. The tracks of those that have gone before me reassure me in some small measure. Not all are human. But at last I reach my goal. Only… I work myself into such a state at the thought of being snatched by a great white shark and no one knowing I’m gone that I barely skim the edge of the reef and hurtle back at break neck speed to the safety of the shallows. It strengthens my resolve though: I’ll do this in a group next time so if a shark attacks I’ve got a chance of making it out alive.

Goat butts… are you detecting a theme here?

The following day I make good on my resolve and head out on an eco turtle tour in a glass bottom boat. This not only gets me further out on the reef, but includes the aforementioned shark fodder. Unfortunately we can’t swim with the turtles in the sanctuary, but no matter, when we hit our first snorkelling spot I get to swim with not one but two turtles anyway. I got a great shot of me swimming with a turtle but not being satisfied with the look of my thighs, I’m not posting it here 😉 Good photos continue to elude me and on my return I find I’ve taken countless photos of fish butts. I guess this is something you just have to practice until you’re good at it. I’ll accept that challenge and return to Coral Bay soon… or maybe the Great Barrier Reef… or the Maldives… or… or…