I feel the violent bumps of the dirt-road pot holes rattle every bone of my body, as I cling onto the internal rails of the bus, like a drowning cat. I hear the American accent of my newfound friend, as I contemplate my travel plans. I ask “what about snorkelling down the road? Are you keen?” “That’s exactly where I’m headed now” she warmly invited me to come.
The bus stops, shaking it’s body like as if it was shivering. We hear and smell the exhaust of the bus, like as if it was going to die. The screechy doors open slowly and painfully. We leap off in anticipation.
Darting along the hot sands of Akumal, Mexico, I finally submerge my burning feet into gin clear water. “There’s turtles! Heaps of them!” I frantically scream. She quickly dumps everything in her bag, don’s her mask and snorkel, tripping over her bag in excitement. I plummet into the water, like a plane landing abruptly. I pursue the turtles, one by one, like a kid in a candy store, until all of a sudden, I am surrounded by them. I alternate between clearing my mask and swimming frantically, eventually catching up to all the turtles. I gargle some water, catch my breath, clearing my mask and snorkel. I casually float on the surface, staring at the sky in disbelief. I shake myself out of this dreamlike state, then duck dive once again. This time, a turtle swims right next to me, almost brushing itself against me. It takes a breath, so I do too, then we both head back down together.