Thursday 16 Day 4
continue with the routine that finally put in place to get up about 7:00, eat breakfast, prepare and 8:00 on the beach to be uploaded into the boat. Today
played two superb dives priori.
The first is called "Manta-Point." A sandy area where the fish come to be cleaned by other small fish. It is an area where, we are often said Marco blankets, but this as always at sea is a lottery.
wiping After seeing several fish took a walk around staring in awe. Suddenly we heard a sort of chant in the distance - my mother whales, "he said.
not agree with them, but only hear her singing I made my pulse quicken with excitement.
And these were, engrossed with the whales, when it appeared a blanket. First we saw in the distance. Just seemed a little larger than a bay. But when it was approaching I was paralyzed about how great it was. We rounded up some distance and began to descend a short distance from us. When we went over really saw the tremendous size I had. In my head I could only cry out - awesome -. It was as if a giant parasol tapase you light. Were a few seconds, but certainly see this huge animal quietly pass over you is something that brand. After that was done the sandy bottom and "posed" for cleaning. We decided to start the rise because the air was beginning to be Justito and as we climbed still looking at this wonderful example ocean.
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The second contrast was again and again based on the micro-life.
It was a rocky pinnacle in the tiny critters abounded. We also saw many fish, barracudas, ...
Not bad, but after the previous few things could have been overcome.
After that we returned for lunch at the hotel. And even before the meal we hit a dip in the pool at the hotel and slept a little nap (it's bad to breathe air in the oxygen depth gives a dream ...).
I was good because after lunch we marched with a handful of English gathering we went to see several things for Nosy-Be. We hired a guide (Antonio) with a van. And more than 18 English driver, guide and his wife we \u200b\u200bgot into the aforementioned "fragoneta" to go hiking.
The truth is that the final excursion was a bit chaotic and poorly planned, but also saw things that had not been nothing if not seen. First
a lake and waterfall where the young Malagasy went to bathe and "peel the kettle."
After a sacred tree that reminded me quite at my Avatar.
And finally we made a rally in a van to cross the island to try to get to see the sunset from Mount Passot, the highest point Nossy-be. As much as the driver tried to imitate Carlos Sainz were too many miles and too many bad roads, so that the end had to settle with him from the half mount and rise after nightfall.
Finally we reached the hotel at about seven o'clock in the afternoon, being already dark, so that little more could extend the day.
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