It was New Year’s eve and I was driving home with an off feeling – I really wanted to get off island. Next thing I know, my mate from Bahamas messaged and told me to get over ASAP.. Next thing I know I was racing home, threw some clothes into a bag and raced to the airport. At the counter I had three minutes to book before the counter closed. I booked.
November meant the start of conching season!! This was so much fun.. We took a few kayaks and swum around out the front of my mates parents place where we went freediving down to pick up the conch we spotted.
I had an overnight flight from Adelaide directly to Dubai which meant I arrived in the very early hours of the morning. A full day ahead of checking out this new city..
I had only been away for just over a year but I was lucky enough to fit in a trip home to visit the family.
Back on the island it was the cruisy lifestyle once again with an afternoon on Sandy Cay, a little island where my friends had built a shelter, making the most of the little surf there was.
Boom – myself, my housemate, Lou, and another friend of ours, Dave, managed to land ourselves seats on the last direct flight to and from Panama City with Cayman Airways for the July long weekend.
It was a late afternoon flight on the Thursday to Panama City where we were to spend the first night. Out for some food and then a chilled night ready for a super early start to catch a short one-hour internal flight to Bocas del Toro (translates to “Mouths of the Bull”).
The month of June also included my Dad’s first visit to the Cayman Islands. The day after getting back from New York actually.
Within the first few days he completed his open-water dive certification and then we were off to Kingston in Jamaica for the weekend for the Australia cricket test series. Little did I know that a massive group of Aussie boys from Cayman were also there in a big group and being the island that Cayman is, I knew quite a few of them..