A week of reading and relaxing on the talcum powder beach; falling asleep at night with the sound of the waves lapping just outside our door; feasting on local delicacies - we have found our paradise.
We couldn't wait to try out our snorkels, and after a couple of baby snorkels closer to the beach, we finally swam the 150 meters out to the deeper and aquarium clear water. Having set up a couple of signs to be able to communicate with each other under water (normally limited to the "this is f***ing sensational sign"), Martin got quite a surprise when he reacted to the quite frantic snorkel sounds coming from behind him, seeing Bec doing the "shark" sign (which was invented as a laugh on shore about 10 minutes before) and pointing panically ahead. Then Martin saw it as well - a 1.5 meter long Black-tipped reef shark, cruising along, deciding whether or not to have us for dinner. We hung around for a bit, trying to believe in what a marine biologist had told us, that if they are not bigger than you they won't eat you.
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