April 1st 2014 – 7 p.m.
Ngapoli Beach, Myanamr
Sorry no April Fool's day stunt here
that would be too predictable. Besides spelling the name of this
place probably is foolish enough as I seem to spell it different each
time.
Around nine a.m. The tourist wrangler
arrived. He had mask, flippers, snorkel and water for a morning on
the water. I had on my cargo pants and a t-shirt. Not exactly skin
diving clothes, unless you want to appear to be wearing only skin
afterward. I just don['t think the boat men were getting paid enough
to be subjected to me coming in last place in a wet t-shirt contest.
The boat I had rented for the morning
(a three hour cruise – cue the Gilligan's Island song) had a
skipper and
a young man to fetch and tote. On the S.S. Minnow the
mate was the goof and the captain straight. Today's boat was the
other way around. A very serious young man. The captain backed the
boat through the light surf until the stern was grounded with the
long tail shaft in the air. I put my butt on the gunnel spun around
and I was now aboard. Things were stowed, the whine of the turbine,
well actually the putt-putt started and we were off. The boat nosed
through the small breakers and soon we were in the morning's swell.
What a great day for crabbing kept running through my mind and not a
pot in sight. There is an island perhaps a mile off shore. It is
about the size of Cypress Island in Puget Sound. Out past the
confines of the bay the slight swell of ocean larger than Puget Sound
became evident. The boat would be lifted up and then slowly rock and
drop on the back side. The breakers on the shore outside the bay were
more aggressive but not like you see in the open ocean. I am not so
sure about the geography but we are sitting on the Bay of Bengal.
By now the heat of the day was very
evident on land so I went and hid between A/C and my veranda fo0r the
rest of the afternoon. In the late afternoon did something I never do
on vacation. I left my camera in the room – on purpose. I went for
a walk down the beach. Stopping at tide pools to look for critters (
did see a really cute little striped fish and some fish I had seen in
aquariums in doctor's back home.), not much in the way of
crustacaeons surprisingly. One man was trying to do some handheld
drift netting om the tideline. And out poor, poor models were still
at it only this time on mostly dry land.
A fancy froo-froo drink at the Green
Umbrella as the sun set or should I say melted into the heat mist.
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