29.8.15 - Chão da Velha (Nisa)

Yesterday i travel to the Alentejo, following the stars towards the south, with the sun setting in the west.Down by Penela towards Figueiró dos Vinhos, Serãa; after cross Fratel dam, a score welcomes us, Alentejo welcomes us.I woke up in Chão da Velha, near Nisa. Yesterday, in addition to travel, as reporting Pedro`s welcome - no longer seen each other since the presentation of Armas de Papel,a book from Pacheco Pereira. We talk about life, the present and the past, we talk about history, fans that populate the mountains, the existing parties and the past, from the ML to "reviralho". With a glass of red wine, with the heat of the night not differentiate much from the day's heat, we walked for centuries, ending in sec. XX the people century.This morning, awakened by the sun rays that insist on going through the shutters, the will to go to Tejo river was the driving force that made me get out of bed.Monte Campo at the back, equipped indeed, all way down from Rua Principal. At the end of the paved after the corrals, begins the steep descent and a dirt track that leads me to the main river of the peninsula.Two kilometers down, through small gardens, eucalyptus, strawberry. Some bees and other insects accompany the past; I had told that, with luck, might see a deer or other; if it were night had foxes. No luck.Reached the Tejo the black water mirror reflecting the mountains and the train went on the other side, the side of Vila Velha de Ródão.Always going down to the river, always climb back to the village, two kilometers. It was done PR 2 of the walking paths of Nisa - Discover the Tagus.Before lunch, there was time to go to PR 4 - Conhal rails.The village of Arneiro, towards the river, they come up huge stones that make the Alentejo countryside in a Martian landscape. Through millenary stones are born olive trees, isolated and strong, as are the robust trees.Lunch? In Arneiro, at Tulio: carp, pike and perch fried. After some migas with fisheggs, olive oil ,pennyroyal, baked fish and water from his cooked do the rest. Divine.Three in the afternoon and a full stomach. Like any self-respecting Alentejo - in Rome be a Roman - I was napping; and slept and slept and slept.I woke up in time to take a dip in the municipal swimming pools of Nisa, before returning to Rua Principal and get-together with the neighbors, with the empty glass to refill, talk of life.

21.8.15 - Appenzeller

The Appenzeller region is the heart of the Switzerland, land of cheese, beer, mountains and mountaineering. Very typical!The National Geographic cover photo is of the region and, therefore, nothing better than coming to see it before the mass influx of tourists.So, I carried the Monte Campo with water, sandwiches and fruit, prepared bats and leggings and made me the way, having as target the mythical Wildkirchli. 
To get there, first by car, I drove one of those roads that I love the Alps, in the middle of the green, going up the mountain between hills and cliffs, curve against curve. Those roads which, if it were a race car was able to ear the echo of the engine, gearbox, tires, for kilometers and kilometers.
 Passing the village of Appenzeller, access to Wildkirchli is where the road ends, where it ends, also, the railroad and has the teleski station. From that point, for me, was always walking. 
Among the many routes to choose, after some time chating with a lady who took Mary, who shouldn`t have more than 3 years, touring the mountain, I chose what seemed to me more beautiful and easy. 
Crossing a river with several cows for company, even with asphalt road but prohibited the car, I started to rise, and rise and rise. So much so that he had only been half a dozen meters and was already stretching bats to help me them; so much so that even a small fork that was less than 600 meters from where I started walking had stopped three times. 
That fork had two possibilities: either moved on to the lake and towards Santis - four hours walk - or, turn right towards Ascher and Wildkirchli. I opted for the second.At this point the asphalt disappeared and the walk was along a narrow path, where only fit a person and as a constant ascent. Stone by stone, meter by meter, in effort and without having a small resting point. Imagine climbing a ski slope without the seats. Imagine climb those remote sites where the teleski the poles are installed. That's about it without poles.As I climbed the landscape was becoming different: what began as the base of trees, "quickly" became a sight for them, the cows have only heard in the distance and the birds of prey is to be felt.On the way in the opposite direction, down, many people, many highly equipped walkers, alone or in family, with infants - or backpack childs - and conveying the idea that for the Swiss contact with nature, seeing her, exploit it, it is a national sport.Toward the top of the mountain, where there is no vegetation and the yellow of the stone takes place, I hear the bleating of a sheep. I look ahead, and inside a small fence, there they were. Later the same with rabbits. Beautiful, fat.A few meters ahead, Ascher and characteristic restaurant / mountain retreat built into the rock.It was crowded and it was difficult to find a place to sit. First five minutes I shared table with a beautiful Estonian who told me that the food at that place was very good.Thus, besides the traditional beer Appenzeller wheat, I asked no less traditional cheese Routti: fried potato sticks with melted cheese, herbs and pepper. 
However the Estonian went away and gave place to Luana, to Nadine and Deniz. Three Swiss youths, very very nice - we have the promise we find ourselves in the near future - who, like me, decided to come see Wildkirchli before the demand of tourists approaching.
 Lunch was lively with conversations about travel and Appenzeller history. Either we proceed together the rest of the afternoon.Before going down even I went to see a cave which has an altar and celebrate Mass: Wildkirchli.
 On the descent I bumped me with more people going up and visited homes of farmers who sold cheese produced by its imposing cows.With my new friends, before reaching the mountain's base, stick up a Swiss tradition: drink a wine and eat a pie made with macerated pear. Well good, those moments for later recall because instead of glasses, drank wine in coffee cups with saucers and everything. 
On the way back, a short stop in Appenzeller brewery to sample the local flavors.

20.8.15 - St Gallen | Konstanz | Bregenz | Feldkirch | Eschen | St Gallen

Arrived from Australia two days ago, life goes on.Yesterday Ana and João went to their jobs, Carmen went to London and I went to Zurich with Zio. At this time the Zio is already home and I'm still in Switzerland.Life goes on and adventures as well. After being in a country where, to see a third, would have to travel more than 8000 kilometers; now I only need only 30 minutes to be in 4 different countries.So the day started to go to St Gallen to the shores of Lake Bodensee. A mass of peaceful water, light blue, huge, touching three countries: Switzerland, Germany and Austria.In the distance, looked at the lake, I could see sails, many, most white and some colored. Sailboats and other recreational regatta, fast, able to tear up the water and make the union of the three states in seconds.The road to Konstanz in Germany, came with scalloped margins and crosses some fancy places. Rolls Royce and Ferraris crossed me, I passed a stand that had a Alfa Romeo 155 DTM and more eccentric, a tank; it is a joke, it was a tank but led by Swiss troops.Reached Konstanz I came across a typical German city - or Austria or Northern Italy - which in addition to traditional buildings, the city center is experienced by people with high street shopping and proximity, not seeing large surfaces. Note that in addition to the beauty of the city that enters the water, there is economic and nature sustainability .Konstanz follow to Bregenz, across the lake in Austria. Halfway I stopped at a Lidl to buy bread, sausage and drinks for lunch: I felt at home.Bregenz is smaller than Konstanz but also beautiful and focusing capability that gives you the Bodensee, the economic and tourism level. I went through the city, went to see the sales in designer shops and author of clothes.In the afternoon I went to Feldkirch.A very cozy village, much dolls style houses, entrenched between mountains, crossed by a river.With the sun lie on the horizon was time to go to Eschen, in Lichenstein, get the car owner to get back to St Gallen.In a few minutes, four countries. I love Europe!

17.8.15 - Singapore

Australia stayed behind and, on the plane, we race with the sun to see who arrive first to Singapore.It was the sun. It was there, lovely and warm to cheer us.Then came the storm and a tropical rain that flooded everything in minutes. Thankfully, the heat was smashing us.In Singapore we saw what hadn`t seen in the first time.Started by the Little India: some art-décor houses painted with lush colors, Hindu temples and some Muslims, shops that sell everything from carpets to knives, antiques, appliances, souvenirs from around the world, MP3 for $ 4, crowns flowers for the temples, spices and almost everything what our imagination wants. It was the first clean Indian neighborhood that I saw. And maybe by that, it doens´t have the mystique of others.From there we walking, under a lot of heat to the area of ​​Orchard, through fabulous School of Arts building, before entering a street with luxury shopping.Whipped rain and the tight schedule, we climb the hill to the fort where the city began. It is a quiet place amid the bustle of the city/ state.This was followed by a stroll through at Marina Bay Gardens, the new Babylon, given the height and spectacular where vegetation is located, and ending the trip at the top of Marina Bay.Upstairs, on top of the restaurant, overlooking the city, the port, the sea, we saw the extent of the buildings, the F1 GP path; drink gin, eat some snacks prepared by the chef, we laugh, we remember stories that make up the story of the journey; took selfies, we promise to return. When ?! We don`t  known. But the will is with us.

16.8.15 - Coolinda | Darwin

Yesterday we went to bed very early - from 21:30 there is nothing to do in Cooinda, don`t listen anybody, just the animals - the dawn was too early. The day was going to be long, every minute were precious.FRom Cooinda we followed by a road on dirt, over 50 km, to Jim Jim Falls. At the beginning the road is large and fast and can be roll at 100 km / h. But after Garnamarr, it becomes narrower and thus only one car at a time, with loose sand, and the passage of dry riverbeds, an authentic trial road.Arrived at Jim Jim Falls and, in waiting for us, a walk on huge rocks, as a prelude to paradise.As we are in the dry season and the high of 70 meters from the cliff neither falls a drop of water and, therefore, let us running into small beaches of calm water and white sand, Blue Lagoon style, which where they form once the force of the water is a lot.Jumping like mountain goats among the various stones, we came to the Cascade base: a small pond dark due to a projected shadow and 30 meters deep; a beautiful gulf.A local guide,  from a group of German and Italians tourist, in trunks, dove into the water. Then a man with more than 70 years.I couldn`t resist: undressed and, with only boxers, I was diving well.Should be 30 ° C out - and was nine in the morning - and were 14ºC in the water. An ice, a huge thermal shock; but not as great as the pleasure of swimming in that place, knowing that most likely will never have the opportunity to do so.With the heat rising, quickly I was dry.Jim Jim Falls followed for another 10 Km of hard rock road, dense vegetation and crossing rivers over 80 cm deep to the Twin Falls.Arrived there, the park guide told us of the dangers of making a 3 km walk to the top of the waterfall, with the heat that was felt.So we caught a small boat that took us almost to the base of the waterfall; this with water.Unlike the previous one, as the water flows, there system of communicating vessels between the various streams and rivers, and the danger to appear one or more real crocodiles. Here is strictly forbidden to enter the water.The beaches that form are indescribably beautiful, dug many meters deep between rocks and cliffs. The desire to return to swim was huge. I didn`t directly done it otherwise.João told me to put in Cascade basis to take a picture with the water to fall, like a shower.Off I went, dress. Not content with where I was, I decided to hike the base of stones across the falling water main. The moss and mistletoe were quite slippery and what began as a walk, fairly rapidly turned into a climbing style Spider-Man, not me crashing on the rocks and in the water.I could, I was all wet but took a picture in one place, bathed in the clear, cold water of Twin Falls.So much emotion in one day!Then it was time to go back to Darwin for the same dirt road, almost deserted that with the orange cast of the sunset and the cars abandoned on the roadside due to accidents with animals, gave a Madmax atmosphere.Arrived in Darwin was time to shower in a bathtub, pack up and go around the city.Tomorrow we go to Singapore in a hurry, see the rest of the city.

15.8.15 - Jabiru | Coolinda

Once again I`m writting under the starry mantle, at the Kakadu National Park, in camping park in Cooinda.Just over 50 Km distant from Jabiru to Cooinda; but this day and its length is much greater than that.We started the day by going to the Ranger uranium mine. The skyview images we had seen seemed an interesting place, a dark gray abyss where the bottom is so deep we coudn´t see it, and one of the world's largest uranium mines. Arrived there, many "Danger" and didn`t saw anything. Mine followed north to Ubirr, always on asphalt road.The Wet Land are in the dry season and therefore spend enormous streams and rivers with no water or aspect that has existed there. But the marks on the road, similar to the marks with snow height are impressive. By the time of the monsoon, many of the sites are completely submerged, with over two meters of water.In Ubirr I put the Monte Campo leggings and we make two walking routes; a parallel to the East Alligator River, where we could see the bats - huge, rabbits size - sleeping in trees upside down and some crocodiles walked quietly down the river upstream.The second route was to see cave paintings with more than 6,000 years; so many and so perfect as if they were made yesterday.This route climbed to a high point and had the perception of the extent of Wet Land.Though it was lunch time, not just for us!We returned to the site of the first to walk in an area where the river and crossed by a sunken road, making a sort of dam, to see the barramundi - a gray fish with more than half a meter in length - up the river. While the fish tries to climb, dozens of crocodiles and some fishermen try to stop him, an authentic feast.Thus, as in any rally, hundreds of people settle on the banks of knapsack, "near the emotion out of danger", to do agility Reptile soaking up the " goldfish" and listening to the teeth to crush the spine of said the ease with which we crush a wafer of water and salt.In the afternoon we went on a dirt road until Gubara. The idea was to see a kind of natural pools next to Burdulba Creek.After 9 km by car and 3km walking, we arrived at a desert site, inhospitable, who had as much water as the jacuzzi Airlie Beach. But such a white sand, creating a magnificent setting. The willingness to experiment that water was woes that much but there were signs everywhere that could be "glass eyes".New walk to the car, with a temperature of around 39 ° C, up thence to Nourlangie.Nourlangie is a swamp hangouts hundreds of pelicans, ducks, herons and other birds of various colors.All calm and serene, with the pelicans swim together, forming a large circle; The Ducks went on line.Suddenly all take flight and saw, there in the middle, the mouth of a crocodile devouring what was delayed to give the wings.Before going to Cooinda there was still time to see more birds at Yellow Water. the conversation with a fisherman I learned that in the dry season, with the concentration of all kind of animals in the few rivers that survive, there are almost no fish to humans; and control of park rangers on the amount and size of what is caught is very strict.Here we are in Cooinda, sleeping in a container inside a camping and caravan park. Doesn`t have the liveliness of Uluru or the Jabiru conditions; It is what there is.Such as crocodiles, dined barramundi. Grilled, accompanied by French fries, tartar sauce and a white Sirah. A dry and hard fish; if I was a crocodile and had to eat it every day too was wrong willing and willing to, on occasion, give a few bites of fresh and tasty meat.

14.8.15 - Darwin | Jabiru

I`m writting from Jabiru, under a starry sky. A country with Europe dimension but with only 23 million inhabitants has fantastic things.One is no pollution, not be felt in sky the smoke from houses and factories or the projection of lights.Thus, the stars appear unafraid to show its brilliance; the entire Milky Way undresses for us as a model in a photo shoot: beautiful.Under these heavens look back today. I write on Moleskine because there isn`t internet connection and I don`t want to disturb the silence with the sound of PC keys.In the morning, as always, it was a film to arrive on time at the airport. As I said earlier, it seems that we do on purpose but I swear We didn`t.On the flight to Darwin, in a lowcost company, I talked with two nice ladies who were giving me tips of what we could do, or not in the coming days.The first was: don`t swim.

Arrived in Darwin, we had an oven with the door open waiting for us. The wet on dry land are high and therefore there is no moisture in the air. It's good because you do not sweat as much and there are not so many mosquitoes.Car loaded with the Monte Campo on bag, cheese, pasta, canned goods, fruit, water, beer, Coca-Cola and other things from the nearest supermarket and we set path.Barely got out of Darwin and into a straight road that brought us to the interior of the Northern Territory, we begin to see the termite nests that more resembled the skyscrapers of Sydney downtown.

Herds of buffalo and signs and signs to be careful with the crocodiles.Speaking of crocodiles, we stopped upon a pool of water and there was one - small, with about 3.5 meters - sunbathing on the shore. Barely noticed us, with surprising agility, disappeared into the water; and could be 500 with him, given the darkness of that water mixed with mud. It was so fast that neither has to shoot.Further, to cross the bridge of the South Alligator River, several are exhibited on the banks of the river. Unfortunately couldn`t stop and therefore post-dinosaur photos are for tomorrow.We are staying in a bungalow within a caravan park; something very common here. Pick-Up`s with the closed box, which comes out of everything from a tent that covers the entire truck to gas grills, joining special equipment to see wildlife, hammocks, bicycles, etc. etc .. All that an adventurer might need to cross the country.Taking advantage of last minutes of sun, we went for a ride by Jabiru. We have seen two camps with thousands of parrots and bats competing with the noise through the trees. The skittish parrots with their sterns yellow. Bats ... Bruce Wayne size.It's early, but late here. I will continue to look at the sky and scribbling in my green notebook ...

13.8.15 - Airlie Beach | Whiteheaven Beach | Cairns

Sometimes I sin by speaking too soon. After all, paradise isn`t in Magnetic Islands, is in Whiteheaven! But we already go there, one point at a time.As I told you yesterday, today we sailboat for Whiteheaven Beach with boat exchanges and more exchanges. Ours was a blue, beautiful sailboat, but where was felt the weight of age.34 people on board plus crew, set sail at 8 am to a destination that, at 22 knots, was three hours away.The sea choppy brought excitement to taste the trip, with the waves hit the keel and lifting the boat, with this inclined to starboard, listening to various aiis and uiis.Me and João, Portuguese gem like we are, with the sea and the boats running since 14th century in the blood, which joined the beautiful Doriane - France, Strasbourg, whose boyfriend was on deck - we went to the bow and We felt the waves pass over us. Pure adrenaline.When the sea calmed down and came to land, looking out on deck, it seemed that we brought a group of refugees, such were the faces of fear and soaked that were seen under yellow tarpaulins.Coming to Tongue Bay, we walk 20 minutes through the woods to reach Whiteheaven Beach.Now that's heaven!A sandy expanse as thin as Snow White cakes, which helps to convey the clear blue water for kilometers and kilometers, forming bays and coves.We showered, took pictures of Zarathustra and to complete the idyllic setting or lacked a baby shark, with a 35 cm long, to come greet and swim among us - fortunately dads weren`t there!Then it was time for snorkeling and, once again, at the coral reef, we saw the parrotfish and butterfly fish swimming with all there will be live between the rocky and colorful.Time to return and with the sea floor, the sail was peaceful in the Pacific to see the whales in the background. A 1 km away, we could perfectly see the tail out and into the water.Arrived in Airlie Beach, it was time to go to Cairns. were just, sort of, 700 km of national highway.Remember the Pussy Wagon?The tiring journey, a petrol station, for a huge pick up, with dual wheels behind, large headlights LEDs as the world rallies, gray metallic, with a naked woman painted on the door and the announcement: "G-SPOT , Mechanical and  Enginnering ". This is where Tarantino was inspired, of course!

Arrived in Cairns was time to sleep four hours a sly aparthotel and now it's time to embark for Darwin.
Mick Dundee, here we go!

12.8.15 - Airlie Beach

Airlie Beach is a small town in front of a set of islands called Whitsundays. Are idyllic islands, Thailand, Indonesia, Jamaica or Polynesia style. We came here to have a basis to jump island to island.
The problem was that yesterdaythe company  canceled the trip we booked, so, today at 6:30 am we were at the port to see if we could find a boat to take us to Whiteheaven Beach. Couldn`t and therefore We got into a ferry and went the sea to Hamilton Island and, in the aftyernoon, to Daydream Island.
The best of the trip was ... the trip.Morning at 8, the sea was down and the boat didn`t have a lot of people. I talk with two gentlemen with a Penske shirt; They were diesel boat engines mechanical, Penske technology. We where talking about races and many other things when one of them points to the water and could see a giant turtle. How wonderful.
But the true giant was when, after we cross several islands with green shores and small points of white sand, he told me to look at the water line. There were a kind of geiger. Seconds passed, a whale comes up for air and back to sink. The same, or another, did the same movement.Therefore, it was worth the trip.
Hamilton Island is a resort island, with a small marina but with a quality and style of Portofino, where all go hand in golf cart. The girls wanted to ride a cart and went to see them to drive those devilish racing cars on the road of the island.
After the initial excitement caused by the toy, we went to a fine sandy beach. A stingray came to us, like usual in these parts.
After lunch we went to Daydream Island. An island that is a tacky resort but, inside, has a lake with rays and sharks. Also in this space we saw kangaroos in broad daylight. Other than that, nothing more.We return to Airlie Beach and we were dealing with travel tomorrow: Whiteheaven Beach, a beautiful sailboat, blue, where the Prince Philip of Edinburgh sailed when was here. Result: we pay twice what was originally planned.What matters is that, not to think about it, the aparthotel was a Jacuzzi waiting for us, with the Pacific on the horizon and the stars as a roof.

11.8.15 - Magnetic Islands | Airlie Beach

 The Magnetic Islands are beautiful and the wake up was with the sound of huge colorful birds that populate the skies of the islands.The island, where we stayed, is a green rock, cut by bays that forms white sandy beaches. The plan was to go to that beaches.We begin by Radical Bay and barely reached the beach, went swimming. At my feet, after notice that the sand was moving too quickly, a streak. I picked up the mask to do snorkeling. Some fish around a rock and it was time to go to another beach.By dense, and green forest, where a few rays of sunshine spend, we jumped beach by beach; or bay by bay to be precise. From the middle of vegetation hears crawling and hopping noise, making the leaves move up. I don`t know if I want to know who makes these noises.With this scenario we reached Florence Bay.With vegetation to the sand, the golden strip, with the trick tide, creates a mirror of water to the blue sea.I went back to do snorkeling because a coral home-butterfly fish and parrot fish. A blue streak and a school of white Gars.The next bay was Arthur Bay.To get there we had to cross a stream with a half standing water. There were several holes that could be of snakes; I don`t know if it was the ideal place for an crocodile attack. But it had that aspect.Arthur Bay has a thicker sand that before and it was hard to walk there because we were buried. In this bay we had lunch and slept a nap.In the afternoon we went to the last beach: Alma Bay. What a let down. Direct access by road, many people - about 30 - swings for children, lawn, lifesaver.On island guide said it was the best beach for snorkeling. I saw a smaller black little fish, smaller than a sardine.In the end we return by ferry to Townsville, and took the trip to sleep.From Townville to Airlie Beach were 270 km under Milky Way
Tomorrow we go to the Whitsundays but the reservation was canceled during dinner; so we go to the port at 6.30 in the morning to see if arrange place in a boat ...

10.8.15 - Cairns | Magnetic Islands

After the brutal diving, number 1 experience on the trip, we went out and ended up in a bar drinking beer and red wine, listenning a local band.This morning we got up early, but not as early as yesterday, and put out on the road.350 km separated us from paradise.Departing from Cairns towards south down the A1, a national road for all kinds of vehicles, crossing several cities. After several local universal heritage of humanity - natural parks and waterfalls - we see the Pacific on the left. A few miles after we come to a fishing town called Townsville.We wait two hours by a ferry that took us to the Magnetic Islands.During this time, a short walk from the harbor, saw Rotary. At the Coast Guard rescue boat was the symbol that characterizes and universalized us.Then it was a trip out to sea, where I fell asleep with the balence from waves. When I arrived: Wow !!! Pretty pretty pretty.A green island, full of vegetation and wild life. We cross the island from one side to the other, because our apartment is in Horseshoebay, across the harbor.When we arrived, a street and half a dozen houses, a narrow beach, the calm sea and a fantastic sunset.I swim, almost overnight, and the water was warm.From the beach, just crossing the street and had dinner: oysters, shrimp, santiaguinhos, squids; expensive but so expensive as a chicken breast and chickens are many in many countries!To end the night ... when we got to the apartment, I looked at the front desk and did not realize what he had seen: it was a small kangaroo or a giant cat. I asked the lady who was there and told me it was a Wallabi. I told her we were in Australia for several days and  hadn`t seen a kangaroo.
Easy, she said, "pick up the car, turn the first left and the second right Go to 5 km / hour because they are everywhere.".

9.8.15 - Cairns

Last night we come to Cairns, a city on the Pacific coast, famous for being in front of the Great Barrier Reef.After we land and hire a giant Toyota, with an US rapper style - white pearl with metal flake finish, black glass and chrome to cover the front - we went straight to the apartment and then don`t go out.This morning, very early, we were all equipped and on board at Silver Crest, to go towards the barrier and meet one of the major objectives of the trip (for me the objective number 1): dive.So I prepared myself with CCD staff and already told that without you this trip wouldn`t have been the same. Thank you!Three scheduled dives and as Master Diver had a funny English with a fin with a sky-blue, half strange, and that swim back to us to make sure we were all together. By Master features, the similarities with others who know, the dives could only go well.Thus, short fact, with the Liquid Image in hand and the other hand holding the mask and regulator, jumped into the Pacific Ocean.Water at 23 ° C and a visibility of around 20 meters, for the three dives. The first dive, the deeper I went to 19 meters deep, soaking in a hot water tank: colerfull corals, butterfly fish, parrotfish that, despite its vibrant colors like a rainbow, have some teeth ready to pierce the coral and, I imagine, human flesh. I took my flashlight that normally use to go look for octopuses in the holes; when I feel cool on water i decided to use it, on the first hole that pointed, see the open mouth of a moraine and small eyes. Ai, dug out of there in no time.
Life lesson: do not seek what you don´t want find.
After a few seconds, the sound of the spheres of Jason, all looked to seeing him do a ridge with his hands on his head. A few meters ahead, above us, a gray fish with white back, mouth underneath the head with sharp teeth and a dorsal fin, that normally call shark. And he went to his life. After many minutes, came to us, quietly, a green turtle.Were 47 minutes of great fun, hadding as buddy my best friend. Better ?! Yes, there were still two other dives.
The second dive was in a different spot, I hit a depth of 12.8 meters; with those who go deeper but I do not walk like licking the bottom like those aquarium fish. This dive accompany the choir that formed tunnels and caves. We entered them, and three times we went out in paradisiacal places with water currents even hotter, just 4 or 5 meters deep, laying bare all imaginable colors. This dive as a species of fish, the caveat, parrotfish flathead, with more than 1 meter in length. Ana and Carmen saw a lion fish, but I had no such luck.
There were another 47 minutes diving at the Oceanarium, which gathered 44 of the third and final dive.
After lunch on board: pasta with sauce beans and chicken with shrimp and dessert, jumped last to the Pacific with the bottle behind his back.
Diving around several "mountains" of coral shells in seeing that it was a dwarf inside, a lost nudibranch in the sand - Sara and Sandra, this came for you! - Two consecutive events: looked left and saw a barracuda going in the opposite direction to ours; on the right, rare thing, a school of shaded batfish. Almost finished the dive, two harlequin fish and some fish-tiger-Titan. Finally, until it seemed that the Master knew where they were, clown fish, better known as Nemo.
How wonderful day!The return to Cairns, the boat was telling the adventures and seeing pictures and film each.
Life has great things!