As time goes on it gets harder to write these reports. I’m having too much fun and I need to pack in as much as possible in an increasingly short time. And I am not even describing every detail, because parental discretion is advised.
We just came back from Rick’s Cafe. I jumped in four times. It is still scary, but I’m getting better at it.
The darker it gets though, the harder it is. You need to keep yourself level with your arms out. But you want them at your sides when you hit the water. Well, when the water is hard to see, it is hard to time it.
My jaw hurts. ?!
They tell you at the top that once you are in the water, swim to the right to get to the ladder out of water. The first time I went in there were people there telling me to go to the other way. They seemed official enough (they weren’t) so I went along with it. We swam into a cave and went climbing into a tunnel. It was getting dark there, with only the light from the setting sun to guide us. Is this where they put the bodies of tourists they murder? Eventually they gave me a mask and I swam out through an underwater tunnel. It was very cool.
Earlier in the day I went back to Lobster Island with two woman who were interested in what they heard about it. I bought them a lobster and we watched it get cooked. It was actually traumatic and I probably should say what happened. But then I probably shouldn’t have named him either.