Jet-setter lifestyle is so hyped nowadays. With the rise of so many travel bloggers, it’s impossible not to get jealous with the places that they’ve been. Almost everyone’s dreaming of globetrotting and to be honest, I sometimes get swayed with the way the countries are being marketed by social media influencers, that there were times I just wanted to book a ticket to somewhere.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page. – St. Agustine
I went snorkeling for 2 days in a row thinking, if I would snorkel everyday, my abs can come a little bit closer to that of Dionne.
So yesterday was the start of I-wanna-have-abs-like-Dionne work out.
D, my snorkeling partner and I, decided to swim till the platform. The platform is a floating deck in the middle of the water, about 100 meters away from the shore, on top of approximately 6 meters deep water, where we can take some rest before heading back to the water again.
So from the shore to the platform and vice versa will be about 200 meters. Not bad for a workout, right?
Yesterday’s swim was really ok even though the weather was a bit bad as it was cloudy. But today, the sun was smiling to us, giving my already tanned skin an even nicer tan.
Though yesterday, D complained that she got wounded on her palm. She said that two huge fish were swimming along with her and hit her palm, though I didn’t really believe her as her wound looked more like a paper cut to me.
Today, as we were already halfway to the platform, I felt a sting somewhere below my right knee but I didn’t pay attention to it. We continued and as we reached the platform, we climbed up to take some rest. Then I saw the wound. And the blood. I tried not to panic.
Blood + Ocean = Shark
But still, I tried not to panic for we were 100 meters away from the shore. And if I panic, D will panic 100 times more.
I tried to figure out how I got this wound and couldn’t come up with a conclusion. I know for sure I didn’t get this from the corals and until now, this is still a mystery to me.
After taking a few minutes of rest on the platform, we headed back to the water.
I felt a sting below my right knee as we headed back to the salt water. I haven’t watched The Shallows and I guess I won’t watch it anytime while I’m here in the Maldives. Don’t get me wrong. Till date, no cases of shark attacks have been reported here in the Maldives as the common specie here is the Black Tip Reef Shark, a harmless type. It’s just me and not the Maldives.
Blood + Ocean = Shark
And honestly when we headed back to the water, I was shit scared.
D took the lead. I was swimming at a much slower pace because I was already tired. D was like an Energizer battery charged twice.
I was following D when I saw something on the ocean bed. A huge stingray. A huge f@^#*ng stingray.
I was panicking and I was breathing very fast, my goggles started to fog. I told myself, the stingray won’t think I’m a food right? But I was still freaking out. Then I saw D swimming like a car running on NLEX at 4 in the morning – 150kmph (as I assumed). D was about 10 f@^#*ng meters away from me, leaving me with this huge f@^#*ng sting ray and not to forget the wound below my knee.
After swimming for my life and I was really hoping that the huge f@^#*ng sting ray didn’t follow me, I was again shit scared when I swam across a school of tiny fish, don’t ask me what type of fish this is, I don’t have a clue.
They were peacefully swimming as a group when I suddenly swam across them creating chaos. These tiny creatures swam all over me (maybe thinking I’m hunting them?) and they actually hurt my skin. But what scared me the most is that it was feeding time already. Whenever I am at the beach in the afternoons, I would see these tiny creatures flying at the surface of the water (they almost looked like a smaller version of flying fish to me) as they were being chased by the huge ones.
With that in mind while I was swimming in the middle of these tiny ones, I almost had a heart attack.
And when D and I reached the shore, I was like, f@^#!
I like seeing these sea creatures from afar, not while I’m swimming especially when I don’t have a pro swimmer/diver with me.
Today’s experience was really freaking scary but I think, with a bit more exposure to these sea creatures, my fear will subside later on.
I will still snorkel, maybe after my mini trauma is gone. I still wanna have abs like Dionne though.