Flying fish and the recovery

Relaxed again yesterday after the whirlwind of the 5 Island.

The usual suspects applied… golf, pool, and a stint downtown. The two new things entered here were ‘Fly Fish’ and a blowpipe.

As part of a cultural thing, they had a blowpipe and target setup at the hotel and I figured I’d give it a go… see if I could land a monkey with a poison dart if need be.

I even surprised myself with some respectable results. None better than dart#1. A bullseye from 20 paces… *phew* …I guess we would’ve eaten for the night. In truth, the blowpipe is pretty easy and accurate. You can’t really go too far wrong if you have pretty normal vision. Easier than shooting straight anyway.

And the ‘event of the day’? We went down to Beach Bums with Kev and Nat to sample the ‘Fly Fish’.

Fly Fish is basically a rubber raft that you straddle and are towed behind a speedboat at an increasing speed. Kind of fun, pretty painful.

The girls were given the easier seats; central and back. Less bumps, less gravity to tackle.

I just wished that I could hold on longer than Kev… that alpha male thing again, haha.

Kev’s a solid guy and probably lifts 40% more than me in the gym, so I was pretty worried about bragging rights. But alas, he was first to go – even before the girls. I guess my climbers grip paid off.

The driver got faster and faster as we lasted longer. The surf was choppy and the wind was picking up. Needless to say, we were bouncing all over the place and we were getting quite a bit of air at a sheer 75° angle. Extreme!

Anyhoot… the girls fell, Kev a few more times and the driver seemed to be taking pleasure in all of this.

I knew I was going down, and said so a few seconds before it happened. Then I shot off… side saddle.

I tried to roll elegantly like when water-skiing, but a leg submerged and the intertia helped in making me achieve a violent side-split.

Ow!

I rolled on my back, checked I still had ‘two’ down there and semi-swam back into the boat. That was me done, and they only went for a few more passes before time was up.

Seriously… my groin tweaked pretty badly out there and I’m very glad I had a life-jacket on… My legs weren’t working to well in the swim to the boat.

I predict that tomorrow will be a day of soreness.