The Continuing Adventures of Dr Dzoe

I made it until midnight after all.  After sitting around the room until 11:45 or so, we all went down to the beach to see rumored fireworks.  Our hotel did not have any, but there were fireworks shot off at other resorts and condos up and down the beach.  All of which was visible from where we stood, as the beach curves around.  And did I mention that this stretch is called “Seven Mile Beach?”  From that, you can guess that there were plenty of fireworks to be seen.  Pretty neat!

Today was my last day diving this trip, largely because I’ve got conflicting plans on Wednesday, and tomorrow, in honor of the new year, I’m taking it easy. (Yeah, I know. Relaxing on a vacation. Where does that guy come up with these ideas?) So enjoy two last scuba pictures from this trip:

(And if you’re ever diving on Grand Caymans, I can recommend Wall to Wall divers. They’re a small group, running only two boats, but they’re reasonably small boats and well managed. I never dived with more than 9 divers, always had good guides, and excellent service.)

After that, it was a ride on a Pirate boat with Kate and Diana. (Andy wasn’t interested, Julie avoids boats.) There was a definite cheese factor, but it was fun. And halfway into the ride, the boat stopped and we were able to jump off and swim. The jumpers below are Kate and Diana, respectively.

I did take the opportunity to keelhaul myself. I jumped in on one side and swam under the boat to the ladder on the other. Lots of fun.

Important safety tip: if you happen to be a man-type person, and you happen to be cannon-balling off into the water from a great height, be sure to keep your legs together. And you are such a person, and you have ever failed to heed this advice, you know what I mean.

Special video bonus: Kate and Diana singing a sea chantey while riding on the boat’s poop deck, accompanied by the sounds of the wind.

After that, Julie and I got a couple’s massage. No pictures of that – sorry!

Now I’m sitting here, full of a big dinner, wondering if I’m going to make it until midnight to see in the new year. It’s not looking good, but I’ll let you know how things turned out in tomorrow’s post.

Once on each tropical vacation, Andy joins me scuba diving.

Today was that day.

Andy picked a good day for his dive. Our first dive was off a coral wall. (A coral wall is a huge shelf of coral, potentially dropping down to thousands of feet, and you swim along the side of it over the drop-off.) The second was along ridges of coral. Both were beautiful.

At noon, I got back to the hotel and wolfed down a quick lunch. Then it was off snorkeling with the girls. The first two snorkel sites were nice enough – a little coral along a sandy bottom, with a diverse set of wildlife (including a four-foot long barracuda, a ray, and several conch). The third site was quite special: Stingray City.

Stingray City is a sand bar where several of the tour boats go with their customers. You get off the boat, wade through waist-deep water, and are swarmed by stingrays looking for you to feed them. The guides hand you pieces of squid and the rays slide up you looking for food. You can pet them, hold them, kiss them, and do whatever else you like. Just watch out for those barbed tails!

Here’s some pictures:

And here is a video:

Morning: scuba diving. A couple of rays, a lot of turtles, one guy making silly faces. (Note: you should not intentionally remove your regulator while diving. (The regulator is the mouthpiece that you breathe through.  (Okay, scuba geeks.  That’s not quite complete.  But close enough.)) Other note: I’m not terribly good at following rules.)

Early afternoon: A visit to the Grand Cayman turtle farm. It was a lot more interesting than it sounds – they farm green sea turtles. Lots and lots of tanks full of large sea turtles, ranging from a few months old up to 30+ year-old breeders. You can lift the 1-2 year olds, and touch lots of them. Interesting observation: the skin of the turtle legs gradually hardens and becomes the shell. There is no transition of the sort you would expect from cartoons – the legs and head cannot retract into the shell, because they do not go into the shell: they just become it.

After turtles, we stop off for a quick visit to Hell. That’s the name of a post office, here on Grand Cayman.

Late afternoon: Snorkel with Kate and Diana.  We see a bunch of cool stuff, including a conch shell inhabited by a conch.

Throughout the afternoon: Andy goes on a walk down Seven Mile Beach. The whole seven miles of it.

Evening: Dinner at the beach party run by the resort. And not terribly well-run, I’m afraid. But at least Kate and Diana get to go free, thanks to Kate’s l33t limbo skillz.

Two days down. And already our days are getting booked up – so much to do between now and next Thursday, so much that you’ll read about here.

Because it’s when I blog!

Oh, okay. We eat dinner too. Tonight we go to a special pirate-themed dinner here at the hotel. There’s a good buffet, a band that plays quite well, and a fire-eater who was not spectacular, but who was very picturesque.

Once all that is over, they hold a limbo contest. And guess what – Kate wins!

Now that girl can limbo…

Her prize is two tickets for the hotel’s barbeque party tomorrow night. Which I guess means that I have to buy three more tickets for that party.

I get back from diving at noon and meet up with everyone. We go out for some Mongolian barbeque for lunch (yum!). Then a couple hours shopping in town, followed by some snorkeling with Kate. A fine afternoon! Here’s some pictures:

Some of the ships in Georgetown harbor:

One of the shops we visited:

Kate and Diana getting eaten by landsharks. (Landsharks are a major problem in these parts.)

Kate, snorkeling. (She managed to recover from the landshark attack.)

Me snorkeling.  Note the water-level in my snorkel.  This is the worst snorkel we have – Kate grabbed it when we went down, so naturally I let her have the good one.  I’m lucky I didn’t drown.

Our resort, from where we were snorkeling. (We went out pretty far.)