Next stop was the Dolphin encounter. My body was tensing up again at the very thought of swimming in deep water with some animals I had never been close to before, life jacket or not. “Deep water” was the key word here, and it’s all I could think about. So when we gathered by the water to learn about our interaction with these lovely sea creatures, I was literally on the verge of a breakdown.
You see, I had observed a group of swimmers earlier during their encounter, and I had heard them yell and scream and splash and laugh hysterically. Could I do this?
No. I chickened out. I found a way out of this experience as soon as I found out that Dolphin Cove has a program for “touchers,” which only requires for guests to be in knee-high water and touch and kiss the dolphin. THANK GOD! The lovely guide quickly escorted me to the front desk so I could change my plans. I finally could breathe again. And as I waited for my group’s turn to touch the dolphins, I watched Deuce plunge in the blue waters and wait in line for his turn at adventure. First, Misty and Pepe (his dolphins) performed some clever tricks. Then, they swam with the guests who held on to their dorsal fins and let themselves be pulled around. Deuce fell in love with a dolphin and thoroughly enjoyed petting her.
Later on, it was time for the big event. Floating on the surface of the water, Deuce spread his legs and let the dolphins push him with force with their beaks against his heels.
Soon enough, he was coming up from the water, standing on their beak. Then, they push with full force and let you fall into the water. That looked like pure, genuine, awesome fun. They were having a blast. And here I was, just touching…
My dolphin encounter was rewarding. I came close enough to a dolphin without having to deal with my greatest fear, and that turned out to be alright. My group was assigned Calypso, one of their Mexican dolphins (Dolphin Cove has 14 dolphins altogether). She was a true beauty, with dreamy wet eyes and amazing agility. Her skin was the smoothest thing I had ever felt to the touch, smoother than velvet or silk. I too had fallen in love with a dolphin.
Calypso danced, splashed, twirled, and swam at the speed of lightening. When she was done, she let us pull her head out of the water and kiss her on the lips. What an experience! I was thrilled. For the first time, I was touching a dolphin, and I could tell everyone I knew about it.
On the other side of Dolphin Cove, the school children who came in for a field trip were having a blast.
Two little school boys were dancing and playing the maracas with the drummer, while little girls pulled up their uniforms to dip their feet in the water.
They sat under the huts and share some treats, and the girls who didn’t sit were running from the boys who chased them around vigorously.
Lunch time was upon us. I was hungry, and a warm, Jamaican meal was all I wanted to taste. Dolphin Cove had that covered, too: rice and beans, greens, and a choice of chicken or pork with potatoes. Right next to us, staff members were holding the beverages in their cooler. In this thick Island heat, what better to cool you down than a bottle of Red Stripe? And this is coming from someone without much taste for beer. It was the perfect conclusion to a day in the life of a nervous traveler. Little did I know that the worse (or best) was yet to come…
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