On our last day at sea, we could snorkel before we threw up the sails (hence the nickname bulimia) and set sail for home. Not many people seemed enthusiastic about this because it was a 7:30 am dive time. The day was a bit windy, and the sun hadn’t even had time to warm the water. A couple of people who really seemed to enjoy snorkeling dove right in. It took others the promise of seeing sea turtles to schlep on their wetsuits and dive in. I don’t even know if there really were turtles in the area or if Dave was just putting them on. In any case, most people didn’t stay in the water longer than 15 minutes because of the temperature.
When everyone was safely back onboard, Lauren and Leon hoisted the sails at Dave’s command. Dave cut the motor and away we went. I don’t think I’ve ever been on a sailboat before and the quietness of the vessel as it cut through the water was magical. The only sound I heard was the flapping of the sails in the wind and the crashing of the waves as we moved through the blue sea. A book in hand, I headed to the front of the ship to lay out in the sun and just enjoy the ride.
|Slide Album: Whitsunday Sailing|