We settled on the benches of the open deck The captain was steering with his feet Some of us were under the fiberglass canopy Not wanting too much sun Our adventure started out from a channel Carved out of the coral rock In Grand Cayman The water was an opaque puke green Until we broke out into North Sound Picking up speed We rushed to the Sand Bar Headed for StingrayCity The further away we got The clearer, the bluer the water became There were a few boats already there With their passengers standing in four feet of water As our captain dropped anchor We saw that the water was crystal clear Cleaner more pure than any water you could imagine I could already see the stingrays racing towards us. The captain climbed down the ladder I sat on the platform to put on my mask and slide in Swimming over to our guide, I stood up When suddenly a stingray began climbing up my body. Even though this was my fourth trip to StingrayCity I still let out a scream as these crazy monsters climbed all over me Freaked out I had to swim away to calm down As the rest of our crew jumped off the boat I could hear the screaming and giggling As the rays brushed their soft underbellies across their skin It felt like firm jello We played with the rays Who spanned four to six feet across Occasionally we fed them beheaded squid Then we moved on toward the reef. Where the surf was breaking About a hundred yards away It wasn’t far to go, but we took the boat for safety The captain again was the first one in Me, the ocean lover was as always right behind He asked me to swim with him Then he dove down to a rocky space In about fifteen to twenty feet of water I could see a few fish When all of a sudden A Moray Eel stuck its head out of an opening in the rocks The captain waved a squid in front of the eels snout The eel started to come out of the hole The captain began to swim along the bottom Holding the squid inches from the eels nose Until the Moray Eel was completely out of his cave Then the captain started to come up still holding the squid Inches away from the eel. Once both man and eel were vertical in the water he let the eel have the squid And then… The most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life happened He took the MORAY EEL INTO HIS ARMS And held it as if he were holding a favorite family pet Caressing it And loving it The eel hung for a few seconds in his arms Then slithered away Squiggling back into his den.
Sara this is awesome girl...hey... I have send you some photo's me feeding "Gulloyster" my seagull!!
Glad you back... and write more story/poems about your adventures okay!!
Sara this is outstanding and so exhilerating to read and view the photo's besides your wonderful descriptions! thanks for sharing, a wonderful joy for me who loves the stingrays, watched someone ride on back of one near Baja.;-)
Sara this is simply invigorating, I loved it. I recall playing with a smaller moray eel on one of my many dives, he was bright orange, and he wanted the stick in my hand that i was poking him with, LOL, better a stick under water approx 35 ft down than the hand hehe.
I love being underwater, its a wholly different world down there.
Ty for this well done
:)
Ch'erie
thank you! I felt like I was there!
sounds like quite an adventure!!!
:)
Reviewed by Oirdheirc Mor (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2003
Hi Sara,
Seems like you are having a great time, I have noticed that the moray eels in warmer water seem to be a lot more lethargic, than the ones around our coasts, they will take your hand off as soon as look at you.
You have not said much about the red underwear, or are you saving that till last.
Big Smile,
Mor
I'm impressed and envious, Sara! Fantastic description of your underwater adventure. I've snorkeled near moray eels, but never attempted to pick one up. Wow! But please stop be-heading squid, OK?
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GAD--you saved me the bucks on another cruise, all I have to do is read your words! VIVIDLY comes to life--thank you
(((HUGS))) and admiration, Karla. :)
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Susan Sparks
Glad you back... and write more story/poems about your adventures okay!!
Love Tinka
I love being underwater, its a wholly different world down there.
Ty for this well done
:)
Ch'erie
~Chrissie
sounds like quite an adventure!!!
:)
Seems like you are having a great time, I have noticed that the moray eels in warmer water seem to be a lot more lethargic, than the ones around our coasts, they will take your hand off as soon as look at you.
You have not said much about the red underwear, or are you saving that till last.
Big Smile,
Mor