Ngapali Beach: Arrived in paradise

Ngapali Beach: Arrived in paradise

23. November 2016 0 By

Our hotel in Nga­pa­li Beach is loca­ted direct­ly on the beach and by beach I mean that I can hear the sea from my room. That was the best we could have done. The first after­noon we start quiet­ly and just take a walk on the beach.

The­re we book a boat tour for the next mor­ning. I don’t even want to know exact­ly with what nuts­hell we’­re going out to sea tomorrow.

At 9:00 o’clock the next mor­ning we go out to sea with our green-yel­low nuts­hell. I can’t com­plain at all becau­se it is reason­ab­ly com­for­ta­ble, plea­sant­ly win­dy and the­re is even sun protection.

From the „We visit two islands“ the­re will now be a „we go snor­ke­ling“ and I don’t like that. From a distance I can alre­a­dy see the white shark swim­ming up and tying around the bib. Also the assu­ran­ces of our boat gui­de that the­re are no sharks here I can not real­ly believe.

After Mir­ko is bra­ve and swims off, I wait on the boat and inspect my sur­roun­dings careful­ly. After sta­ring at the bot­tom of the sea for about 20 minu­tes, I am at least con­vin­ced that the­re are no sharks in the imme­dia­te vici­ni­ty. After wat­ching Mir­ko hunt fish with my gopro for ano­ther 10 minu­tes, I get jea­lous. I dare to die in the sea and try despera­te­ly to bring snor­kel and diving gog­gles to the right place. After inha­ling water through my snor­kel for the first time, I am about to stop the expe­di­ti­on and return to the boat. Sin­ce 28 degrees water tem­pe­ra­tu­re is actual­ly quite plea­sant, I swim out to the reef.

About 30 minu­tes later I tore my hand and leg open at the sharp-edged shells on the reef. The snor­ke­ling trip is over for me for now. Of cour­se, once in a life­time the­re is no shark to dri­ve me out of the water, then some­thing so stu­pid must hap­pen to me.

Ins­tead we do a litt­le sight­see­ing and buy a drink and go for a walk on the oppo­si­te island, which by the way is cal­led „white sand Island“. The beach real­ly looks like para­di­se, but on the midd­le of the island the­re is alre­a­dy a bur­ning gar­ba­ge dump. The light­house of the island con­sists of a woo­den con­s­truc­tion with a nai­led torch­light. Oh, and the deep-sea fishing boats don’t look like they’ll sur­vi­ve the next trip eit­her. But well, what is safe­ty in a coun­try like Myan­mar, after all it is the land of a thousand won­ders and of cour­se a deep-sea fishing boat with seve­ral holes in the keel can put to sea quite normally.

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