Photos can't do justice to the water. The color was so vivid it didn't seem real, like something out of a cartoon.
The pier was in a small harbor away from the noise and traffic of the tourist spots. Our trip started relatively early, so the only people around were us and a few lone skippers.
Tom and the rest of us hung out for a bit while our guide - a young Englishman with a colorful expression for everything - readied the boat.
We got to Stingray City after sailing for about 30 minutes. It was a calm spot where the animals congregated. Word was that fisherman used to skin and gut their fish in the area, and stingrays flourished there because of the easy eats.
As we snorkeled, the rays circled around and snapped up bits of food our guide brought to attract them. Their skin was slick, like wet moss.
After we ended our tour, the guide let out the sails turned off the motor.
The sun finally burned through the clouds as we headed back to the pier. Our guide told us about life in Grand Cayman on the way back. Here, Terry's listening to him tell us about rent prices.
And yes, they're outrageous.
We had to wait about 45 minutes for the ferry, so I made Shelly pose for a photo.
Once the pictures were taken, we had to amuse ourselves somehow. Shelly found a stick to take home as a souvenir.
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