Interlude

Self Portrait | Barquing

More snorkeling was to be had the following day, this time up the coast at Exmouth. While a smaller group shelled out for another full day’s activity, chasing and swimming with whale sharks and also by remarkable good fortune, sighting a twenty-five metre blue whale (my envy of which, as I flipped through their photographs, was only partially balanced by the comparative health of my wallet in comparison to theirs), the rest of us ventured out to the idyllic sounding Turquoise Bay, where more – lower key – snorkeling was on offer along the reef. A moderate rip tide required navigating through, but it was not dangerous with a little common sense, and the now expectant wonders of the reef beyond was ample reward for the efforts expended.
The day was a relaxing and undemanding one, spent on the beach and in the warm, still water.
“Like a day off,” Donald commented astutely.