Well, if they can don shell suits why can’t we wear jackets. A turtle transformation in Barbados.
From my previous trips to Bim.
The first dip in the water saw me guzzle the Caribbean and the second only a little better.
When I did meet me Mr and Mrs Turtle my rum breath sent them swimming off.
Off and Running
This time I came better prepared and that was entirely down to the good folk of Cool Runnings.
Yes, the catamaran company which channels the great underdog story of the Jamaican Olympics bobsleigh team.
So who better to make a proper snorkeller out of me?
Where the Jordanians failed at the Red Sea, or more accurately they didn’t have a chance with because of my hairy lip.
The whiskers block the nostrils passage you see, which is why you rarely see cats snorkelling.
Rock solid crew
This time though my rock solid crew adjusted my snorkel for greater ease and pumped up a life vest for me.
And I was off floating to my old pals… with the help of a crew member and his rubber ring which I held.
I managed to get within touching distance of de turtles only to be cut up by a fellow snorkeller.
Well cut on the catamaran with rum punch from the open bar by late morning I was ready for more.
No, not me but the hulk on the sea bed where schools of fish love to explore.
Coming up for air
And while I was gazing downwards Mr Turtle was playing up periscope by the boat.
Preferably for the bread the crew were chucking to lure them in.
If the turtles are the stars of the sea then the rock solid crew are the stars on the boat.
And they are there not just to lubricate you with booze and fill bellies with fish cutters, chicken and, of course, macaroni and cheese.
Cool Runnings gives us a master class in dancing and in jig time we’re cool running from one side of the boat to the other.
And all this before 12 noon. Turtle transformation in Barbados.