But to see turtles in Barbados? I only needed to hold my nose and leap from a gleaming white boat.
Armed with only a bikini and a snorkel, I was surrounded as these tiger-striped beauties closed in. And they weren’t shy. I gulp and choke on the seawater as my head drops below the surface and my throat burns, trying not to swim for fear of damaging them with my flailing limbs.
Then something extraordinary happened.
The romantic inside me believes they saw my struggle; the cynic says I was in the way. Whatever the reason, a giant glided skyward from beneath me and kept on going until I was standing on its back, my head lifted into the air to breathe.
It seems that I was shy, not them, and I had to wonder who was viewing whom.