|
|
|
The first round eyed, whiskered head surfaced when we were still several hundred metres up the bay. By the time our anchor dug into the sand, the reception committee had grown to six sea lions, flocking to us like children eager for fun. Needing no more encouragement to get wet, I stepped from the boat into the bay. Cold, watery fingers probed inside my wetsuit, but my swimming companions' antics soon distracted me. |