So here I am in Florida, in my full body rubber suit, a million miles from home and from where anyone can ever find me, and I am hiding out in the Crystal River backwaters and springs ..... or maybe that's another story - "50 Shades Deeper: Into the Bayou".
|The mighty hunter don's the appropriate clothing and shooting equipment|
|What mysteries lurk beneath the grey waters? Perhaps the Republicans' much feared 11% Latinos !|
|The first sighting! Grey rounded lumpy thing in water|
|Then it was time to get in and meet the dude|
|Out of the murky depths ...|
|The manatee approacheth...|
|With fear in his eyes, he wonders if he will have room to pass|
|rough and mossy - just how I like it|
|sidles back off into the distance|
Capt Stacy takes us to a variety of swimming spots. One is as crystal clear as a swimming pool in a glorious foresty setting.
|The manatees are very placid and slow and practically swim head first into your boat propeller. As sharp as a box of hammers.|
And so we bade farewell to Mr Manatee with a "don't get hit by a boat on the way out", and am suddenly back in dock. Wetter but all the richer for this "once in a lifetime" experience. You certainly can't do this Australia. You have to get a permit just to get within 50 metres in Australia!
OK - so I STRONGLY recommend doing this - and doing it with Capt Stacy. There is no real physical exercise - as long as you can handle yourself floating in water and am comfortable using a snorkle. You could easily stand in most of the places we stopped.
It will be a blessed relief from the blazing June heat; it is cheap on the holiday finances; and Capt Stacy provides most things to make it easy.
How often do you get to go swimming with a manatee in the fancy schmancy housing estate waterfront canal system?!
|Eye gouging - banned in most sports|