rm | cruise: Bonaire, pt. 2

So I mentioned the Thai junk that used to be owned by a CIA agent. That boat is the Samur and it took us from where the Noordam docked out to Klein Bonaire (meaning "Little Bonaire"), a small uninhabited island form which we went snorkeling. It was a bit chilly and windy, but it was a gorgeous day -- both on the boat and when we got to the island. We also saw lots of flying fish heading out to Klein Bonaire, but I was too stunned to get any photos.

This is the sappy post. Lots of Patty and I being schmoopy.

Patty shortly after we boarded the Samur. Getting to the Samur required we take a small, motorized inflatable tender and then climb up the side of the boat. It was just a couple of steps, not a big deal, but I was really worried it would TOTALLY freak me out. But it was okay, even sort of fun. Being on the Samur was pretty much instantly the best thing in the world. We bought the t-shirt (it looked really Browncoat, okay?), and I miss the boat.

Check out the Noordam in the background. Random people were waving from their verandahs. You'd be amazed how many people don't even bother to get off the boat in port.

Patty having this Marilynn Monroe moment may be my favorite picture of her EVER.

Patty salutes (actually, she's shielding herself from the sun), while I take a picture of her on Klein Bonaire with the Samur in the background. Patty has a pirate ship!

Boats anchor in the shallows of Klein Bonaire. A lot of them. So you have to pay attention when you're snorkeling, lest you get hit by one (or an asshole on a jet ski with a keg, as Patty reported). Dudes, check out my abs (but seriously, what's the butch or genderqueer answer for bathing suits? I go with this ridiculous pink thing I bought in Chicago a couple of years ago, because it's _so_ femme I love it to pieces. Only sequins could feel more camp).