Still in Bennett's Harbour, 3-11-08

Shipwreck where we anchored. A grim reminder of the sea's watery grasp.







Conch bounty from the marina.




These kids were diving off of the pier and swimming, and then climbing out via boats nearby. Cool that they could do that without ever thinking anything of it, and neither did the owners, apparently. Noone even locks stuff here, it doesn't seem like. But then, if you know everyone, you don't have to worry about it.

THE NEXT DAY, WHATEVER. JUST PAY ATTENTION.
Okay. We’re here. We’re still here. We’re in Bennett’s Harbor. Pardon me. HarBOUR. It’s English. We spent the morning with this cat Joshua. He says he has a cheap hovel for sale. We looked at it. We’ll see. It was quite a hovel. Some lady lived in it and died in it, even though he doesn’t know who she is, and his family owns it.
After we came back home, we saw massive spotted eagle rays, who swam under the boat (Ruth got a video, but blogspot doesn’t support video), and I jumped in the water and they took off. I still swam off and caught ‘em on film. Close up, like. We changed the film in the camera, and we might’a lost ‘em. C’est la vie, as they say in the French parts. That means “so what?” in French. Get used to it, American.
So anyway, the reason we had to change the film was that there’s three shipwrecks near the boat (within a hundred feet), and we only saw two of them today, and shot about 36 shots. Ruth is healing up like a pro, so she’s back in the water again. Right ON. We snorkeled off of our fat asses over to those wrecks to succor in the misfortune of others, and BOY, WAS IT AWESOME! There was fish in there, hot dog! Schools of minnows that made beautiful patterns in the water, but never would leave the protection of the boat. Very cool. Ruth and I went down there and found a hatch that the fish were darting in and out of, so we found a net wrapped around a float, and so we cut it loose and used a bunch of old conch shells to weight it down around this hatch, basically making a trap for these fish. By the time we got done, the fish were all scared off of the boat, but the plan is to go back tomorrow, and hopefully the dumb fish will have forgotten that we were there and they’ll be back. The smart sharks and barracuda are probably hoping the dumb humans will forget that they were there tearing apart the bait hanging off the boat, and will just be glad that we’re back.
Just kidding. I put electrical tape over my earrings when we snorkel.
I’d love to stay and chat, but on the way back to the boat we found about 5 bound up conch someone put in bondage and forget about, so we ate dinner, and then Ruth thought I should start drinking beer while I skinned the conch and she made vegetables. Then I got all silly. I’ll talk to you later.