Today’s highlight for me was not being the first and only person to crash his moped (the moped and I are fine). Rather it was snorkeling in Gatorade Bay, a name bestowed by Sophie for the water’s likeness to the blue drink. We arrived at the bay late in the day after the morning’s clear skies had faded to grey, so the first minutes on the beach were spent kicking around trash and indecisively wading in the Gatorade. Eventually, in a ‘why not’ moment, I donned my wet suit, fins and snorkel and got in.
I did not regret the decision because the world under the surface was totally unlike that above. Devoid of sound and and distinct objects to see, at first I was discombobulated. All there was was the rippled white bottom and blueness. Kicking my way to some rocks in the bay I was soon greeted by an abundance of fan and brain corals. Then pale white fishes appeared, followed by schools of decorated Sergeant Major fish, blue angel fish, parrot fish and clown fish (thank you Matt for schooling me on these). Ariana spotted the coolest, a black and white spotted cow fish. It was a new experience for me and one that I can’t wait to repeat.
The Bermudians don’t swim in January because to them it’s too cold. I was actually a little too warm in my wet suit. The Bermudians seem to have a different perception of heat than we do. The moped delivery guy today had on sweatpants and a sweatshirt while he did his work, while we hung around in bathing suits and t shirts. These are the perks of being a Mainer, we can go to tropical places in the off season and feel like its summer.
