OMG! I've just been to Kangaroo Island and I'm going to bombard you with all the critters I saw while there. My favourite encounter first - swimming with dolphins. When I got home, I couldn't sleep, and I wrote this (below) so I'm pasting it here and only the names have been edited. I hope it captures my emotion.
Feb 25th, 2019
An opportunity to go in again. I'm there. I'm in again. Before I do, on the back, I see the couple with the small boy. The boy has not swum but his parents have. And I understand them. I feel some camaraderie.
Feb 25th, 2019
Today was incredible. The water was
crystal clear, green, gorgeous. Not cold, perfect. The day was sunny, a bit of
a breeze, hot. The Dolphins came to check us out, a mother and calf first, then
a single. Then we met the pods as they came up beside us...or did we go to
them? They're interested in the boat, coming to see, to ride the waves, to look
at us.
After some time of watching them come,
we're at the back, ready to slide in with them, mask and snorkel on, my camera
in hand.
I should have looked after Mr E and Dad
but I didn't. I lost myself in dolphins. They swam by, clicks and squeals and
squeaks. Huge and small. The largest ones nearest to me, watching, ready to
protect their pod.
And me, not even thinking of my pod,
just off on my own, revelling in the experience. Then our time is up. Back to
the boat. Dad and Mr E don't look good, both pale, breathing hard, looking
unwell. Fuck. I should have cared, stayed with them. I help Dad up, get his
gear, ply him with water. Watch him cough and hack. More fresh water. Mr E
looks on, stoic, not wanting water, not all that happy.
The next group are in and I take some
shots, I try my best to care but I've already shown my true colours.
An opportunity to go in again. I'm there. I'm in again. Before I do, on the back, I see the couple with the small boy. The boy has not swum but his parents have. And I understand them. I feel some camaraderie.
Then I notice the lady, standing with a
beautific smile, hands cradling her stomach, a small bulge that the sun-smart
shirt sticks to. I wonder if she's pregnant but it's not something I can ask a
stranger. I ask if she's okay, if she enjoyed it. She beams. Beautific becomes
luminous. "My baby became active when the dolphins swam past." Oh, my
heart almost melted. We spoke of it, of them, of the experience, the joy.
I mention the baby movement to the
photographer on board. She's more excited than either of us. Now all
three of us are buzzing. We allow the pregnant lady to get in alone. We
watch the dolphins came around her, circle her. She's ecstatic, grinning,
thumbs up. Her baby responds again, rolls and is active. The dolphins click and
chatter as they pass her.
We go in again, and again. Again and
again. Maybe 6 times. Each time is different, exciting, incredible. I talk, I
roll, I swim, I follow, I twist and turn, kick and crawl, but there is no way
to keep up with them. I watch them glide past, tails pulsing, as I lumber
almost unmoving compared with them.
In an interlude I spot fish, inquisitive
fellows who came swimming right up to me, posing for my shot. I snap weed and
jellyfish, patterns in the sand, the boat and the boat's movement.
The captain, picks us up, drops
us off. Easily. Flawlessly. We slip into the water as the pod arrives. They
circle, sweep around us, check us all out.
They're huge. Solid, big, grey, some
stick to shadows, lurking at the edges of the pod. Once I looked closely, a
shark or a dolphin? But I felt no fear, just a burning curiosity and a feeling
of belonging...and not belonging at all.
When it was time to go, we took off
with some speed and the dolphins were there, they knew, it was playtime. They
rode the waves, leaping from the water, joyous, exuberant, showing off their
skills. It was the most incredible way to end the trip. A buoyant, exuberance
for all.
A deeply moving day, because of the incredible experience the lady with her baby shared with us. The joy of seeing her face, her
hands cradling the new life inside, the care of her little boy.
I don't think Dad and Mr E enjoyed it
anywhere close to how I did, but I think they enjoyed the day. The view from
the boat was quite amazing. If I manage to have energy tomorrow, then I think Mr E may be a lot happier. I don't think he can comprehend the impact the ocean
has on me.
I don't think I'll ever forget this
experience.
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