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One year Dan and I went fishing with two women from Wisconsin that we'd met the day before on the municiple pier. We hired a guy named "Kenny." Hmm... how did Dan get the front seat? ;-) We had a good day, but I do prefer in-shore fishing. Once you get way out there, there's not much to look at but the water. Kenny's shirt was interesting to look at, though.
Here's Dan at the beginning of our daily La Ropa walk. We set out from the Irma, walk up one short but treacherous hill and continue along the road past a few small cliff-top restaurants and hotels and then down to the beach on the small access road next to La Casa Que Canta.
It was exciting to land this sailfish initially, but our guide didn't release it so I was quite unnerved. I've since learned that this needs to be arranged in advance. Some guides release everything, others don't unless you require it.
I love watching the parasailers, but I'm always relieved when they land. Once Dan and I were at a beach restaurant watching the ascent by one such thrillseeker, while three guys next to us were snickering about about all the parasailing "mishaps" they'd seen on La Ropa over the years. "Oh, yeah, and remember the guy who got slammed into the side of ..." and "Yeah, and that time the rope broke..." etc. Still, I imagine how great it must feel to be soaring through the air... (Don't worry Mom, I'll just watch.)
We snorkel with Hector Olea who takes us on his panga around the bay to a remote beach called Playa Manzanillo. He's incredibly accommodating and skilled, too. He finds and guides us to the most interesting under water life, like this cartoon-like blowfish. Here's one we found on the rocks near Las Gatas. Hopefully this sweet little creature didn't suffer. Can something be creepy and cute at the same time?
There are two pools at the Irma--one is freshwater, one is saltwater. Usually we hit the pool after a day of hiking, late in the afternoon.