Day 79 | Ningaloo Beach Resort again: my world turns to salt
rest day
Y smiled a gorgeous smile at breakfast so we go snorkelling together, her for the first time, snorkelling that is.
The constant wind is churning the water, it’s not entirely transparent, and there’s a little turmoil inside as well, hard to pinpoint but somewhere about the heart region. Maybe a crack is starting to appear in those walls I built, a danger of tenderness flowing forth, can’t permit that.
I could never get sick of swimming through those clouds of iridescent, or transparent, fish. They really sparkle.
There’s quite a strong current that drags us along together, it’s a bit futile to swim against it. We’ve started at the furthermost reaches of the beach and float effortlessly along, a few other put in a bit less footwork and battle nature’s current.
Later, we go up to the reef shark nursery where metre long dark formed shapes fang around close by but under wind chopped water. Occasionally a small fin breaks the waves, the usual shark cliché, this time almost miniature size, but that other one, shark v human, is apparently a myth, at least around here, those sharks despite their fearsome appearance and intimidating presence are more timid by nature than you might imagine, not lured by our thigh deep curiosity.
They are doing their fishy thing and swim quite close to the shore, but once they sense us they rapidly depart and make tracks for safer waters.
I can’t get close enough to them flitting around to capture them in a photo, my minds image and imagination will have to do.
Back onshore I avoid two of life’s biggest real fears, intimacy and girl germs, and peel off from Y to climb a giant sandhill, wander to the end of the beach, and beyond, as the sun once again efficiently plops into the water.