Oh, how I love to snorkel. I’ve snorkeled many times, and each time has been memorable. There’s something about being in deep water, just floating along in the peace and quiet, watching the fish dart here and there. They are so graceful, and beautiful, and completely unconcerned with your presence. I just love it. This snorkeling trip, however, was just not to be.
It started out well. I had planned ahead and got a seasickness patch, hoping to avoid a repeat of the last snorkeling disaster. The water was a little choppy, as there was a storm coming in, but I seemed to fare pretty well on the way out to Molokini.
Molokini is a great spot for snorkeling. The crater lip that juts out above the waves is a wildlife refuge, so it’s completely unspoiled, and the reef around it is amazing. As soon as we dropped anchor, I left Nate to get the kids into their snorkeling gear so that I could get in the water. In my experience, I’ve always been less seasick in the water than on the boat. So I’m bobbing around out there, watching their progress getting gear on and working their way into the water. It took a long time, as Aaron in particular was not excited about getting in. So I’m bobbing up and down, looking at the boat, when I start to feel queasy. I then rapidly feel more than queasy, and I know it’s going to be Not Good. I had intentionally not eaten anything, hoping that having an empty stomach would help matters, but it turns out – not so much. So I rapidly swim away from everyone, dry heave repeatedly, and then head back toward the boat. By this time, the kids are in, Nate is in. Aaron is still unhappy, so we got him a floaty raft which I towed around for a little while. I stayed far away from people, and thus far away from fish, so that I could continue to hurl. Aaron wasn’t really into it, so we let Nate, Jake, and Lydia have fun and we went back to the boat.
We had procured waterproof cameras for the kids so they could take pictures of fish. Only a few of them turned out passably:
Aaron and I hung out on the boat (me clutching a plastic garbage bag). The snorkel trip included two snorkeling spots – at the next one, Lydia and I tried to go out for a little bit, but the current was stronger, and I was yakking more, so we gave up. Nate saw a lot, though, and Jake ended up going on a reef tour with one of the guides. He had a blast.
As this is prime whale season off the coast of Maui (this is the time of year when they calve), we got to see a lot of whale action. This particular whale was sticking his tail out of the water and repeatedly banging it down, making a huge splash. I’ve never seen anything like it.
This is Maui on the way back (thank you, Jesus) to the harbor:
Personally, I feel the trip was not worth it for me, but I was happy that Nate, Jake, and Lydia got something out of it. As much as it pains me to say it, I think my snorkeling days are over.
Jake loves snorkeling, and he doesn’t vomit while doing it.
Aaron loves snorkel gear. Snorkeling? Not so much.