Today was excursion day. We loaded on to two buses and set out. They took us to a plantation, but a revolt quickly happened. The organizer of the event did not want culture and instead wanted to go do fun stuff. Most everyone was in agreement, so the tour operator had to let it go and take us to the swimming hole instead.
That was fun. And it is the first time I’ve ever seen an actual swimming hole. This was not just a pond that you can swim in. This was a small lake that was surrounded by cliffs. I’m trying to figure out why the water didn’t fill up the “hole” so I have to assume the rock walls are very porous.
The best part was that there was a zip line over the hole. So, grab the handles, lift the legs and go out into the abyss. After awhile, let go. Preferably within the designated landing zone. (One guy let go two seconds into his flight. That was scary, but he did not hit the rocks or the side.)
I think it was more fun than Ric’s Cafe in Jamaica. Less pressure to drink.
After flying through the air three times, I used my snorkel set and checked out underwater. There were some pretty sizeable fish there.
After that, we went out to the ocean. There was a nice cove that you could walk out fairly far. There was a river draining into the cove, so the water alternated between cold and warm. Beyond the cove you could see the waves crashing, surf pounding, and looking rather dangerous. We didn’t go out that far. It was also starting to rain.
On the way back, we took a small detour to a waterfall. The locals were climbing up it, and then jumping down to the pool below, a drop of about five to seven metres. The tour operator strongly recommended that we do not do that. Still two people did. They didn’t get hurt, but apparently the water at the bottom was only chest high. As much as I like to do stupid things to prove my manliness, I did not feel comfortable doing that.