Swimming with Dolphins (or not)

The night before I met up with the group of girls I had met in Christchurch a few days earlier and we ate in the Thai restaurant by the pool at the back of the hostel - a great location if you ignore the splashing. I had also forgotten how you women have the ability to talk in depth for 20-30 minutes about chocolate. Amazing.

At a time that should not exist (4:50am) my alarm went off and after a few minutes of cursing the phone for having the ability to make a noise at that hour got up into the darkness. On steeping outside into the howling winds which instantly blew away any remains of sleepiness we all climbed into the car. I found a nice little spot in the boot and after a short trip and several comments about how I resembled a dog we arrived at Dolphin HQ.

By this time the wind had picked up and people were starting to think what the sea would be like. This was confirmed by the dolphin staff suggesting that we take any drugs we could get out hands on.

Moments later, pills all popped and halfway though a wet suit fitting (I tell you - I look good in an all-in-one wet suit :> ) the skipper called in to say that the sea was a tad choppy and that the boats may not make it back so trip was off, sorry folks.

So with that I returned to the spa just as the drowsy effect of the drugs kicked in and spent the morning thinking of what swimming with lots of large fish would of been like. Well here is an artist impression to get the idea: