So I know I said I woule write into the blog every day for the month of June. I seem to be failing at that, so I have conceived that that idea is over. But I will write in here every other day. Plus its better when I have a decent story to tell. Today I have another story…
What a way to start the day. I got up on this fabulous morning as usual, everything going smooth. Just your everyday, smooth, uneventful morning. Bonita has gone on a eco barge today volunteering to count turtles or play with the turtles… something to do with turtles I think. I dropped her off over at the beach, took Marley for a run on the beach, dropped the rubbish off. Normal morning tasks. Then headed back to Nandji to indulge in breakfast.
5 Weet-bix and milk later I am content and ready to start the day. I make a list as long as my arm in the hope to achieve all that’s on the list today. I load up the backpack, double check I have everything. Yep, all good. I grab my phone and wallet, turn back and grab the car keys of the hook. They live on that damn hook good now after the last fraccard. So I am all set to head to land.
I pull the tender up close so I can jump in. I am always careful of my phone and wallet in my pockets as the last thing I want is these guys to swimming. There down deep in my pockets, the tender is close, I step out and jump in… I hear get caught up for a brief second on the jump over but something gives and I land in the tender all good. But that noise of what snagged me in the jump was a distinc noise of metal on metal. I turn back just in time to see those bloody car keys sinking to the bottom… Your kidding…
I didn’t swear, I just thought I can find those. The water is calm, Nandji shouldn’t be swinging to much. If I am quick I should be back before Nandji moves as my reference point. So I quickly climb back up on Nandji, strip down to my boardies. Conviniently already positioned around my waist. Jump down stairs to grab fins and a mask. Climb back up and jump in. A quick clean of the mask and down I dive in hunt of these bloody keys. On my way down, I realise that this is not going to be as easy I first thought. The water is of course as clear as mud.
The mud bottom of the bay we are moored in is good for anchoring but doesn’t give off the greatest of visibility in the water. I swim down and down as the tide is high, thinking where is the bottom. Then it appears half a metre in front of my face. Well then, this is going to be fun. I can see only whats right in front of me. So I slowly move around scanning side to side trying my hardest not to touch the bottom as I don’t want to stir up the water even more than what it is. I circle around for as long as I can with no reward.
After 7 or 8 attempts of this I start to get a little bit frustrated as they have to be here. Right here somewhere. Down I go again and this time I came across a hole in the mud and think that maybe they made an mpact in the soft mud and have sank a bit. So I dig my hand in, stir up the water around and come up empty handed. The naughty words slowly come out of mouth as Marley watches on clueless.
The sinking feeling of ‘these little pricks are actually gone this time’ starts showing it self. A quick talk to my self to calm down and keep searching and down I go again. The water is of course just a cloud of mud from my digging attempt before. But perseverance pays off. They have to be around here somewhere. Its about now that I wish I could say that there they were. However, this is not the case.
I swim a few metres away from Nandji as no doubt she is slightly swinging to the un trained eye. I dive down a few times and only find mud. I swim to the other side of Nandji and dive down a few times, still coming up with nothing. Well, my little grid search pattern idea isn’t working. I have been in the water now for over forty minutes. I am starting to lose hope when I think, Ill just dive down here. Why not hey.
I dive down until the bottom appears in front of my face again. Instead of just the bottom appearing in front of my nose, there they were. Sitting there all along on top of the mud, clear as day. Yew!!!
I climb back up on board and dance around with Marley. He has no idea what is going on, but is pretty stoked to get some attention and joins in the play time. I dry off and get changed again ready for land. Into the back pack with the keys and off to land I went. Currently I am sipping a hot coffee from a café as I use their internet. I thought I needed a treat after the mornings events and couldn’t be bothered dealing with stinky backpackers.
So like I have said previously, there is definitely never a dull moment living on a boat. Car keys hey, who bloody needs them.
Happy froth day to my little bro who turns dirty thirty today. Yew!
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