26 mar 2004
Sharks can not possibly get me... for a few reasons: usually, i reside in Wisconsin; and:
Once, while i was in the Bahamas, we took a long walk to the highest point of Lee Stocking Island to look down on the ray breeding grounds. While rays breed, sharks pray, so we were very excited to see the rays&sharks from a safe distance. However, it was cloudy so the rays&sharks just looked like a gray blob 123 feet below us in the water. So we walked back down, and emerged at a beautiful Loyalist beach. Though you may think of the Bahamas as an ultimate paradise, i will tell you this is not true: it's a desert, and the plants that survive here are all sharp. They'll cut through anything, especially your skin, especially when you loose the trail (this is why we brought Michael along, to do the hard core bushwacking in pink flip-flops).
You may think that because i was on a trip to the Bahamas in January, we were doing lots of swimming and snorkeling. This is not the case, as UW-Milwaukee and the W.A.T.E.R. institute had had some issues with insurance, making it effectively illegal for us students to get wet. Try telling the storms that, ey. So Micheal, Yabba-Dabba-Drew, Laura, Kelly and i had been on a boat sailing from Florida to the Bahamas for over a week, and were legally 'dry' at every point. To keep the lawyers and administrative folk happy, see.
Now, as we walked along Loyalist beach, somehow Michael's frisbee got in the water.
We had to get it back.
Later, drying ourselves off and trying to look presentable for the boatshuttle back to the schooner, Yabba-Dabba-Drew realized his knees were still bleeding. Upon closer inspection, we all had open cuts and sores on our legs.
And we were literally right around an outcrop from the ray breeding ground.
Since we all survived, sharks must not want me too badly. ¶ 14:38
Once, while i was in the Bahamas, we took a long walk to the highest point of Lee Stocking Island to look down on the ray breeding grounds. While rays breed, sharks pray, so we were very excited to see the rays&sharks from a safe distance. However, it was cloudy so the rays&sharks just looked like a gray blob 123 feet below us in the water. So we walked back down, and emerged at a beautiful Loyalist beach. Though you may think of the Bahamas as an ultimate paradise, i will tell you this is not true: it's a desert, and the plants that survive here are all sharp. They'll cut through anything, especially your skin, especially when you loose the trail (this is why we brought Michael along, to do the hard core bushwacking in pink flip-flops).
You may think that because i was on a trip to the Bahamas in January, we were doing lots of swimming and snorkeling. This is not the case, as UW-Milwaukee and the W.A.T.E.R. institute had had some issues with insurance, making it effectively illegal for us students to get wet. Try telling the storms that, ey. So Micheal, Yabba-Dabba-Drew, Laura, Kelly and i had been on a boat sailing from Florida to the Bahamas for over a week, and were legally 'dry' at every point. To keep the lawyers and administrative folk happy, see.
Now, as we walked along Loyalist beach, somehow Michael's frisbee got in the water.
We had to get it back.
Later, drying ourselves off and trying to look presentable for the boatshuttle back to the schooner, Yabba-Dabba-Drew realized his knees were still bleeding. Upon closer inspection, we all had open cuts and sores on our legs.
And we were literally right around an outcrop from the ray breeding ground.
Since we all survived, sharks must not want me too badly. ¶ 14:38
