I will tell you this for free: I can’t swim.
I learned to swim when I was younger but I haven’t swam recently, not in the last five years. I’ve waded in the water and splashed about but actual swimming…yeah, not possible. I was holding on to dear life when my friends and I got on the ocean raft. It was a bumpy ride; our guides loved going fast and attempted to throw someone overboard. The morning was gray and not very picturesque so I assumed that the water was going to be cold when we got to the Whitsundays. It wasn’t at all; the water was so warm, it felt like bath water. Like really nice, cozy bath water that just soothes you after a long, stressful day.
Just because I was in Australia and I wanted to try any and all experiences, I decided that I would go snorkeling even though I couldn’t swim to save my life. I thought a swimming noodle would suffice but not only could I not navigate the water, I had trouble breathing with the snorkel mask and because I was struggling, I cut my foot on some coral and had to be pulled out of the water anyway just because I was bleeding like an idiot.
Besides that fiasco, I had such a lovely time. The sun eventually came out and being surrounded by friends and good weather just made my day so much better.