Tales from a chocolate loving gypsy

This weblog is a way of keeping in touch when I am out of sight. I am not sure how regularly I'll get to post but hope you'll bear with me whilst I drift and travel. Pop in as often or otherwise as you wish, feel free to feedback, romp through or inhale over a leisurely lunch. I adore you, and miss you all madly. Julie x

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Sod being a dolphin

Needless to say swimming with Dolphins was OK.
OK? OK?
Alright, blooming marvelous
Blooming marvelous?
OK, I admit, I cried, the lovely English girl I made friends with for the day cried, no-one else cried.
It was amazing. They were within touching distance (although I naturally didn't touch them as suntan lotion etc can irritate their skin.) I fell totally on my feet, got in the team that clocked up the most dolphin sightings, and despite the warnings from the crew it could take hours to find them and then lots may not want to play, I wished the ultimate dolphin day.

No sooner did we get out of the harbor and the dorsels were in view. Every time we moved on, more. Mummy dolphins, baby dolphins, old grandpa dolphins, and having been warned they would only want to play if they swam towards the boat, every time I sat on the side to slip in the water it seemed a dolphin was heading for my feet.

They would swim beneath me and head up at great speed and just as I was about to get out of the way fearing a punctured gut, swoosh, graceful gliding away as if to say"got ya".

Naturally anyone who wants to see the video ten times is welcome to join me for one of the great soon to be arranged global dolphin nights. All the canapes will be silver and fish shaped, and I will do my best impression of Dolphin talking and gliding on a living room floor near you. Book soon for this bound to be sellout event.

I didn't ask thought, for them to put in a word with the girl who hands out next lives, I changed my mind. No being a dolphin for me I decided, after watching the romantic mating ritual. Basically a group of guys, usually around six pick one or two of the prettiest girl dolphins, then chase. When she can't swim away any more they force her to the top of the water and (still ignoring her protests) each get on. The boys do this up to 20 times each day so the chances of being gang banged more than once in an afternoon are high.

I'm asking to come back an eagle instead. Preferably a kind veggie one.

The tickets are booked, I head to Bali on Friday.
Life is a map, and you have to find the right lights to guide you
Luckily lady moon is full today and shining on me with soft silver abandon

Julie x





1 Comments:

  • At 12:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My eyes are watering lil sis, at the thought of those whale bits! Love you too and glad you're ok about the dolphin impressions on the caprets - as you'll be hosting them!

    Ditto on the counting down the days, can't wait to see the Crowhurst Crew and meet my latest neice.

    xxxx

     

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