Christmas Day rolled around and I found myself getting out of bed feeling sick. Damn you flu! But before I could complain and sulk about it, my kiwi travel-mate told me to get over it as we were heading out to the Great Barrier Reef to snorkel on a beautiful day. So I put on my best “I’m not sick face” and got ready for our trip.
I had visions of finding Nemo dancing in my head as we headed out into the sea and kept drinking tea in order to drown the flu. By the time we arrived, I was armed with my stinger suit (essentially a human condom used as protection from jellyfish…take that jellyfish!), flippers, a snorkel mask, and a can-do attitude. Strangely, before I knew it, I was in the water and feeling panicky. Don’t feel sorry for me though as my kiwi travel-mate came to the rescue once again by telling me to snap out of it and got me out of my head and snorkelling my little heart out.
The cherry on top that day was that I took to the sky to view the reef… hello, my name is Sharen and I’m addicted to helicopter rides!
It was beautiful and worth being the unprepared and slightly wet chick running to catch the flight in a bikini (did I mention that there were 3 people on my flight and I was the only one not fully clothed). If I had taken a few seconds to think about it – it might have made me self-conscious but instead, I just enjoyed the views and forgot about the details. This may not have been the typical Christmas but still just as enjoyable.