As many of you know I have recently been to the middle of the Indian ocean for a trip. My main goal on this trip was to swim with manta rays in their own habitat and to see how these great giant creatures react to us as humans in their world.
It is currently the South West monsoon season in the Maldives so trying to get a day where visibility was going to be good was quite tricky. The trips out to Manta Point were only twice a week as well and so I was gonna have to have a good dollop of good fortune.
Well I picked a day, charged a camera grabbed me snorkelling stuff and headed off to the jetty to get on the boat.
Everybody back on the boat. A Ray was spotted and everybody jumped in the water, myself included and started to chase the Ray, erm, maybe not..... it's a Manta Ray and I think it can out swim you. Yet the "morons" thrashed about chasing this poor thing before everybody back on the boat.
This was getting tedious and the same thing happened at the next sighting.
I was starting to lose hope and patience.
The next sighting I was second to last to jump in when a second spotter saw a ray off the opposite side of the boat and suggested I jump in that side.
As I adjusted my mask and started to breath through the snorkel a shadowy apparition glided past me not 10 metres away. I momentarily forgot to breathe but my body reminded me to do so just in time.
I checked out of the water to where the boat was and it appeared I was the last person still in the water, rather than have the "morons" come over and thrash about at my new found friends I decided to swim back to the boat and climb aboard with the biggest smug bastard grin on my face you have ever seen
Peace out y'all The Bagstaxxx