This blog post will not be tagged “photography.” We have a new pocket camera that takes photos underwater, but I haven’t mastered it. I tried. I fumbled with the buttons. I accidentally made a movie — mostly of the sky — and ran out of memory.
Nor would I recommend a cruise-sponsored snorkeling tour for someone who seriously wants to see fish. People new to the activity splash around and frighten the fish. Guides legitimately concerned for your safety herd you along in a “school of tourists” with little chance to explore on your own.
But I had fun at St. Thomas anyway because I was with Wayne and Marcia, and Brendan and Traci.
Wayne retired recently as a sheetmetal worker who put copper roofs on steeples and domes. Marcia, a nurse almost as old as us, seems enthusiastic about everything and loves to ride motorcycles.
Brendan and Traci from New Zealand were on their honeymoon. She wore her wedding dress to the first formal dinner and looked lovely. Everyone in the dining room was taken with her.
They met online. Brendan was uncertain about seeking a relationship on the Internet, so he called himself Justin Case. Traci didn’t catch on and called him Justin for the first three months they knew each other. They were new to snorkeling.
My photos aren’t much, but I had a plastic bag with some bread in it and was able to toss pieces in front of Brendan and Traci who were immediately swarmed with fish.
The water was not as clear as the Caribbean often is. Mostly we saw yellowtail near a wreck. At one site, we saw lots of turtles, but the camera was out of memory.
It wasn’t a great snorkel, but we enjoyed being there. It was fun.
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