Fed up with my Maldives story? Bear with me people, bear with me. This is the last, I swear, and I’m going to merge Day 3 and 4 as we spent most of our time bumming around.
This is long overdue, I know. I’m just uber busy at work. You know how things go in the IT industry. Boo.
We woke up early for a quick breakfast for Day 3 (Tuesday) as we had a snorkeling trip at 9:00am. We had to prepare ourselves for the wear and tear challenge that is the Indian Ocean. And yes, all the preparation was then tested.
After breakfast, we headed back to our rooms to prepare our gears for the big swim. We bought and brought our own stuff because as what other people said in the reviews, renting is quite expensive there. Good thing Pats and I was able to find discounted Speedo snorkeling gear: mask, snorkel, and fins.
After meeting our German guide, Felicia, and two more German tourists – whom which we envy for they are excellent swimmers, we boarded a Dhoni on our way to the first location.
But before anything else, it just feels like I have to mention this. Felicia was quite surprised when she first saw the three of us carrying those bright orange suits, us drowners call life vests, asking: “Are you going to bring these?”. With a bit of unwariness, Tonette replied: “Yes”. And then, we remembered that one of the requirements that they posted for guests who wanted to snorkel: “Must know how to swim”. And later on, she already called us as “the swimmers”.
Moving on. Our first stop was on a house reef on another island, which I really didn’t quite understand the name. I didn’t even bother to ask for the island’s name again and of the other snorkeling spots as they were quite hard to grasp, unless I read them. Anyway, our first dive was easy. It was just like floating on the beach with the vests on, no strong currents, no reef sharks, things like that. I was quite disappointed though as the underwater life in this spot was not as colorful as what I had hoped it would be. For consolation, we were able to see a wandering turtle trying to let time pass by. It was my first time to see a turtle underwater. It was a nice consolation for me.
After an hour of floating around, we headed back to our boat and ventured to the next spot, which was uberly tiring. Tonette and Pats raised the white flag after the second dive. We swam around another reef which was in the middle of somewhere. The current was so strong, we were being washed to the reefs, which caused some bruises to me and Pats. It was an hour of grueling battle against the waves. We literally had to swim hard to stay away from the reefs. In effect, we didn’t enjoy the underwater view. And just to mention again, the underwater life was not as what I expected it to be, and this goes to the third spot as well. Oh, before we even jumped onto the water, our guide informed us that she saw a reef shark swimming nearby. I was actually excited when I heard that because I was hoping to see one. And as to my knowledge, reef sharks don’t bite. Hehe.
As I mentioned earlier, Pats and Tonette didn’t jump off the boat on the third spot. It wasn’t much of a loss though, as the sea life there was the same. We spent a few minutes on that area, and then headed back home. Snorkeling in Maldives is quite an experience: raging currents, reef sharks, wandering turtle, middle of the ocean. Superb yet exhaustive. If only the marine life was more colorful, it would’ve been even more fantastic.
We headed back to the resort after that and had a rewarding lunch. Oh man, I ate like a hungry white shark. Calories lost during the battle against the waves were regained, and fast.
We spent the rest of the day bumming around, again, and taking photos, again. All of us slept early that night as we were uber tired. But the actual plan was to drop by the event organized by the resort. But when we laid our backs on the bed, zzz.
The next day, our last day, we spent the entire morning taking few more pictures as we want to cherish the last hours. At around 3 in the afternoon, we rode our Dhoni going to the seaplane dock for our journey back to the airport. We spent the rest of our time in Male city, buying souvenirs, which was more costly than our entire stay on the resort. -.-”
The city, as I mentioned in my first post, was very infested with scooters, and take note, we’ve only been on one side of the island (dock area). I wonder how it looks like on the main road. Anyway, there were lots of locals, and some tourists, that time at the park – just like in U.P. Diliman’s oval or Luneta in Manila, if you’ve been in those places. We strolled along Charandee road, looking for our pasalubongs. Few locals were trying to convince us to buy at certain shops, which I found irritating, and consistently followed us wherever we went, and waited for us to get out of the shops. Boo.
After shopping, we headed to a local restaurant for a quick dinner afterwhich we rushed off to the Dhoni docks to get our tired *sses back to the airport. And that marked the end of our tanning journey.
We still wanted to stay. Yes, 4 days was not enough. There were still lots of land, I mean, islands to cover. Even the capital city itself was yet to be explored. Unfortunately, we’re just poor people trying to find our paradise in the faraway islands of Maldives. Til next time. We’ll definitely be back. Err, hope so.
Here are few more photos (few more at my facebook page):