Confusing a manta ray with a plastic bag? Don't feel bad: I have a similar, and potentially more embarrassing story. My first New Year's eve in Johanesburg - I spend it with colleagues/friends and at about 11pm, it's hot and balmy so we all go for a swim. It's dark. Anyhow, I'm a nervous and slightly pathetic swimmer and my swimming of late had all been in the sea. Foot on the floor and I feel this sort of rubber, slimy thing. Shriek, splash and flip like a whale...it was the rubber foot of the pool cleaning thing, wasn't it? And there was no alcohol involved at that house, either!
If you're a cycling enthusiast, you'd enjoy our village. As well as the annual Cape Epic which occasionally comes through the village. We're about due for a visit. Next weekend is the 3-day Ride2Nowhere - part of the route is in one of the photos of my post for this month's contest. Sans snow which has now melted. Our valley also boasts wine, fruit and, if you know who to ask to, great bread. #justsaying 😀
Jokes aside, what a great selection of places I'd love to visit, too. Love the back stories and am assuming that, trauma notwithstanding, all's well that ended well.
Yes, all good now. I got through it fine but Jaime struggled at the time. Absolutely fine now though.
Your place sounds like a great spot for cycling then, and eating, of course. One day Fiona, one day.
Under water stuff whilst you are on the surface is pretty scary, so I feel your pain and embarrassment. I'm much more comfortable under the water as opposed to being on the surface and not able to see under. Everyone and again we have to traverse over seaweed to get to a dive site and it freaks me out.
Some of those places are special, for sure. There's probably a dozen more places in Thailand alone that I could have added. So much to see.