Utter disappointment. That was how I felt when I found out that I wouldn’t be able to go to Djibouti to swim with whale sharks.
An item on my bucket list for a long time was to go diving with sharks. But since I can’t swim (really) and I’m terrified of sharks (not to mention of the ocean in general), I thought snorkeling with whale sharks (which don’t really count as one of the scary sharks since whale sharks eat planktons) is the next best thing.
“You can always go to Mexico if you want to swim with whale sharks”, a friend said when I told her about Djibouti.
No way! Really?
The Yucatan Peninsula where we’re heading offers so much more than the opportunity to swim with whale sharks. There’s the food, the beach, the arts, and apparently there are a bunch of famous Mayan ruins there as well. The more I read about the Yucatan peninsula the more I realise that it sounds like a really cool place to visit.
But can I be really, really honest with you guys? If we come back from our Mexico trip having done nothing but snorkeling with the biggest fish in the world – I’d be completely, utterly, happy.
I want it to happen to bad I’m afraid if I think too much about it, I’ll end up jinxing it altogether. Maybe I should be talking in whispers (or whatever the writing equivalent of a whisper)
“We’re going to Mexico to snorkel with whale sharks”.
So tomorrow, we’ll be on a plane heading to Yucatan, Mexico. Do you think we’ll get to see some big fish?
Eeeek! Let’s hope so.
If not, I guess I’ll just have console myself by Plan B that consists of me stuffing my face silly with Mexican food, and go snorkeling in the world’s second largest barrier reef system. Or maybe I’ll go down to Oaxaca to swim with some glow-in-the-dark planktons.
You have to agree, I want Plan A to happen, but Plan B doesn’t sound so bad after all.