Caves & Seals

I met up with Matt today, a friend of the people I met in Miami. He took me to a cave which was like a part of Lord of the Rings. You'd expect Gollum to turn up any given moment. I hesitated a moment before getting into the water, thinking of what animals might live in there, but quickly killed the fear by thinking that I would regret it forever if I didn't get in. We jumped into the cold water and swam into the cave. The light was amazing - blue rays reflecting on the walls of the cave and weird echoes of our voices and breath. I was floating on my back thinking that this could have been thousands of years ago...it's such a timeless feeling being in a place like that.

Afterwards we took a walk on the beach and found a sleeping seal on the beach. The locals put a fence around it to keep the tourists (like me) away. It's a huge fine for anyone getting too close the the seals. Matt explained what it doesn't say on the sign; the reason you shouldn't get too close and scare them into the water, is because of the risk of shark attacs. The sharks likes seals, and when they're are hunting they might mistake a human with a seal or a turtle. Most of the times they let the person go as soon they taste human blood, so the idea of sharks hunting people isn't true, really.

Now I'm at Marcs house, sleeping in the tent outdoors again + saying hello to the jelly-eating-6-yearold-Kawai...