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Our two-person kayak floats up and down in the swell, though I’m far too excited to remember I usually suffer from projectile-level seasickness.
The noise we can hear. It’s unreal.
It sounds like an elephant. Maybe a dinosaur – they’ve been around longer than the dinosaurs, our guide reminds us as he rests his paddle on his lap, his camera pointed at the large black shapes in the water. When your tour guide, who’s been doing this for years, says ‘oh shit’ under his breath...
