Snorkelling

East London is outdoorsy.  No debate.  Most popular item of clothing in summer: a Surfer's Challenge t-shirt.

So when Frisbee player Brad pitched snorkelling in the river just below the Highlander, the opportunity to experience a niche outdoor acitivity was too much to resist.

I'm guessing we were enjoying a low tide, because water was in scarce supply in the lagoon, 2 Frisbee fields worth to be exact. We found a channel running along the rocks, with genuinely inviting, mediterranean looking water.

Snorkelling equipment is awesome.  It's like it was specifically designed without the human face in mind.

I was standing in the pond, up to my chin, watching some minnows nibble my toes.  Picturesque indeed.  Cath and Brad were dissecting the snorkel-mask connection mechanism.  Once the space invaders were ready to rock... bottom... I acted as bait while they gasped and splurted around me.  Snorkelling catch 22... you look ridiculous, but if you laugh, you drown.

When I finally got underwater it became clear, that it wasn't clear.  Strangely cloudier with goggles in place.  But on the other hand, you can get a lot deeper, and when we decended into the trench we discovered a satisfying collection of, albeit grey, fish.

Highlight of the trip:  Watching the snorkellers do pool monsters.