Every photographer on the planet loves taking pictures of large Polynesian men teaching their keiki about the water. They go about it in such a gentle and loving way – no wonder most kids can swim before they can walk.
For the record: I learned how to swim from my father too. His technique was to push me off a fishing pier when I was 4 or 5. I assume that he would have saved me if I had started to sink.
Today’s unnecessary adventure was caused by my mask – which busted a strap out in the ocean. Now how exactly is one supposed to swim with a mask in one hand and a snorkel in the other?
Chicken katsu and guacamole sandwiches for lunch. Chili and leftover rice for dinner. Sort of low on nutrition!