Another perk to Staniel Cay; Thunderball Grotto. A cave in which you can snorkel, where you are surely having a National Geographic experience. Or so it felt. The cave was closely located to where Louise and Tara were anchored. Nick and I swam to the cave, while Katie and Hil kayaked in what would be appropriately categorized as a floating banana with a paddle. The current was ripping through the islands, getting there was no problem. Barely using a muscle, the water washed us in the perfect direction.
The cave was extrodinary. The sunlight shines through the holes above, beaming light through the rocks, creating a spectrum of shadow and color. In the cave, we had to swim hard. Really hard. As the tides changed the current continued to roar through the rocks. If you stopped swimming for a moment you would bang your head on low rocks. For a while, it was just the 4 of us in there, making it feel like we were exploring waters never before explored. Using Hilary’s waterproof camera, I did my best to capture all of it. A new found love for underwater photography has been created. If only I had the right equipment.
Later that week, we tried spear-fishing with our hawaiian sling. As you can imagine, this event was rather comedic. Trial and error. Six of us went, but when Katie and I drifted off in our own area, instead of doing the hunting, we were being hunted. A barracuda, the size of a semi-truck was trying to have us for supper. We turned around and faced it with the spear, but duh, it liked the shiny spike. It followed us closely, staring us in the eyes and speaking in a quiet, deep voice ” I know you are more scared of me than I am of you little girls” He was right. He backed us up on the sharp rocks where we stood in our flippers trying to hold our ground, bent over with our masks in the water watching it’s every move as if it were a Great What shark. Spear in hand, with intentions for self defense, we stood on the rocks until we felt brave enough to swim with it again.
After escaping the slimy barracuda, all we did was swim around and poke things that looked funny with the spear. We laughed so hard we could barely stay afloat, our masks filling with water every time one of us starting cracking up. I still don’t know what was so funny about it, it just was. Maybe because we ended up using our hawaiian sling as a way to feel safe, not hunt, and a way to test the squishiness of odd creatures we would never touch with our bare hands.