Day 12: Raja Ampat
Snorkel overview...that's a lot of detail for just jumping off the tender and idling away. It's because we're hoping to see gigantic manta rays |
Quote of the Day:
Let me please introduce myself
I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Breakfast same-same. Snorkeling at 9:30,
another candidate for best ever: oceanic
and reef manta rays (some with 15-20 foot wing spans; they were in
deeper water, thanks goodness, the rays were very intimidating), a huge puffer
fish undergoing a spring cleaning (including teeth!) by a cadre of smaller
fish, myriads of other fish in small groups or 1000s, and lots of alive coral (less than 10% bleached/dead) in
different size, shapes and colors. We also see our 4 divers down below us when
looking at the rays. It felt like the sun was just right and the fish and coral
we’re popping. Awesome, dude!!
Lunch is a buffet, mostly the things you
would see at Vietnamese place if you ordered bun (boon) except instead of rice
vermicelli Aqua Blud subbed turmeric rice. It is so hot that we decide to eat
just inside in the a/c (the huge glass doors are open so you might think they
are wasting power except the entire ship is one on large system and using the
opening and closing of vents they can move cooler air around).
How hot was it? When they brought our
place mats in off the shared large table (all the settings we’re in the shade)
they were maybe 120 degrees. Hot! In the shade!
Ed note: There were four consecutive seats left open at the communal table and that meant THB (or DB) would be sitting next to a
couple that THB is sooooo not fond of. She doesn’t listen and he a oafish lout
who doesn’t listen and thinks he is full of deep wisdom. He’s also the guy who
complained about one the other diver’s using up air too fast and thus
shortening their dives (which he didn’t pay more for, because snorkelers we’re
subsidizing his more expensive outings, snorkeling is low-tech).
Ring of Fire Episode 2: the bros are on
Komodo, Bali and one other island. This island THB can’t remember has a huge
spear/horse jousting event, inland vs ocean villages. It’s gonna be a good year
because one of the contestants is killed! This is really a old-style travel blog,
pretty well done.
Apparently the sign sez "Welcome" |
Graffiti in this little village |
The band was quite good, and rockin' |
Spear-chuckers join the dancers |
Now the cruisers are joining in...even THB and his no-rhythm movements |
There is visit to a local village,
appears to populated mostly by children under the age of 10 (most under 6).
There’s a welcoming dance group backed up by a rockin’ band. Then the cruisers
are solicited to dance too (THB gets up and walks around, nobody claims to
actually have seen him dance).
SAS doing close-up magic...baffling the local kids |
Fashion for the boys: long pants...amazing given temps and humidity |
At this point THB is boiling over, mild
heat prostration, and goes back early with a cruiser that doesn’t want to miss
his massage. THB gets some ice, wraps it in a towel, and lies down with this cooler on
the back of his neck: very effective.
Dinner was okay, THB did not think it up
to the standards of our prior meals.
Up really early tomorrow for our last
full day in Raja Ampat.
Book Review, The Secrets We Kept,
Lara Prescott (novel): A light retelling of how Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago was
smuggled out of the Soviet Union, became a big bestseller, and mild intrigue of
how the CIA smuggled back in copies. Not very convincing, the author should’ve
skipped the CIA part and spent more time in Russia. Neutral
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