Like Cape Town, and you forget how majestic summer, or here -tropical- storms, are.
Billowing leaden balloons, darkening and racing towards us, the first smattering of rain, warm. A stiffening breeze and short seconds after the first drops, the smattering is a blattering and now a deluge. Just as suddenly it is as dark as dusk, and the inviting sea is being whipped into a froth.
We were caught out at sea while training yesterday, with waves breaking over us, swamping our bouy and our snorkels, the wind and current dragging us far from our original drop off point. It was wild, and exhilirating, crazy on the surface but quiet and peaceful beneath.
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