The Other Provo - Day Two

Provodenciales is known on the island as Provo. It probably has more churches per square mile than the one in Utah and that's saying a lot. It also has way more beaches. And black folks.

First up we ventured to a beach near our hotel. Aside from a few footprints there was no trace of humans as far as the eye can see. Such locations can become topless beaches real quick...that is unless you have a feeling that P. Diddy's yacht floating out there at sea might have a pair of binoculars on it. In any case, the snorkeling was what we came for.

The water was a great but where did all the fishes go?

Oh hello Mr. Barracuda. I really didn't want to see a barracuda on our first trip out. I glance down at my wedding band as I remember they are attracted to shiny things. I consider swallowing it. Never mind that Ben wields a very shiny yellow and silver camera that resembles some of the fish we've seen. The fish that are long gone.

The barracuda leaves us and we swim out father, although I am feeling less than excited after the sighting, not to mention my snorkel fills with water and my mask continually fogs up. evntually two more barracuda join us, or maybe the first one went back and got a friend. They are big and they want us. I can tell by the way they circle us. I just start swimming back to shore - against the current. When we both are safe on land Ben tells me that they followed him most of the way and he couldn't tell if they were curious or going to be aggressive. Anyhow, we spend the rest of the day touring the island on land.

Chalk Sound