Friday, October 23, 2015

Exmouth (May 2015)

Exmouth is a curious place. I can not decide whether it looks half dead, or half alive. There is plenty development, tourist places, but barely any people there. Streets look empty. Generous parks and playground, and nobody to be seen.
Lovely people from the local welding workshop, who do some work on our car, explain they had three cyclones coming through, all at a more serious level than the warning system predicted. So the city of Exmouth was ill prepared from the start and far more damage was done than should have been necessary. That explains it.
If you travel all the way to the top of the little tip of the Exmouth peninsula, and drive south again along the coast, you’ll find more beautiful beaches and great little parking areas where you can stay overnight.
We have not yet collected enough shells and Pieter is thrilled especially because we find cowries here. He enjoys taking morning walks with Flickie and I am sure Flickie loves it too.

We do more snorkeling training in Turquoise Bay, a drift-dive this time, and I am convinced Peter and Jaap have become excellent buddies and are ready for the real deal.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Coral Bay 1 (May 2015)

We arrive at Coral Bay and have booked a tour with the right provider in Coral Bay to have a snorkel with the giants of the ocean. It’s an interesting place with touristy and laid back atmosphere. We have to manoeuvre our Bus carefully onto the camp site, because it’s quite narrow, but we manage. 
The Nigaloo reef starts right from the beach, all you have to do is put your fins on, wade into the water until you’re knee deep and start snorkelling. The colours are fantastic, the variation in corals is mesmerising and the fishes are at least as beautiful as the fellow fishes of the Great Barrier Reef. We do some serious snorkelling training with Tim, Peter, Jaap and Laura. She doesn’t need any training, because she is actually a mermaid. She has asked for a lead-belt so she can do better surface dives. 
We have planned for Jolmer to swim with Laura and Tim, and I will take Peter and Jaap. I decide to practice a few formations, ways we hold each other, either simple hands, or elbows, or I grab their upper arms. I want to see what works so when we are all in the water with an eight meter long shark, we can signal each other and change formations easily. We also practice doing short sprints, because the animal cruises at quite a high speed for snorkelers and we want to see as much of it as possible. 
While we swim with some of the kids Pieter and Els look after the others. Then it is their turn to enjoy the beauty of this underwater paradise.
 When we all report early in the morning for our big day, it turns out there is a technical failure of the fuel connection on board the ship, and we cannot go, unless we want to swim with Manta rays? We think of our options and decide to go to Exmouth for a couple of days and return to Coral Bay later in the week for a rain check. You should have seen the sheer disappointment on our kid’s faces. This is a slightly bitter lesson in becoming adaptable and flexible in dealing with set backs and disappointments.

But hey, nothing lost; we’ll be back later.

Quobba Point and the blow holes (May 2015)

As we are heading north the water temperature is increasing and soft corals make place for hard ones. Quobba Point is the first place where we can enjoy snorkeling between them. The water is very shallow and we see a lot of colourful fishes. We organise a “snorkel expedition” with the whole family including Opa and Oma, and Hugo on a piggy back, to an island just offshore.  We bring towels and biscuits for all to enjoy before heading back to the mainland.
Close to the snorkel beach there is a natural phenomena called the Blow Holes. This is where, if the tide is right, water gets pushed into caves by waves hitting the shore. This water then makes its way out by spraying into the air some 10 meters high.


I have a go at catching fish from the rocks while the holes blow around me. Quite the experience!
Flicky alerts us to the presence of this beauty.