Go Jet Skiing

In 2012, Gene and I started a "fun day" that we surprised each other with on a near monthly basis. And we took turns. 

One fine day in January last year, we went for a drive. Destination unknown to me but all planned out by Mr Catchick. 

On the way there, to satisfy my curiosity, I decided to ask him where we were going [knowing very well that it was a surprise]. Considering the fact that he told me to bring my bathers, I started listing a number of activities that we could be doing. 

And when I got to jet skiing, he went all quiet. 

Jackpot!

We hired out a jet ski [as opposed to two] because it cost a fair bit for an hour's worth. I was happy being a passenger since I had not driven one before. In recollection, it was the best fun I ever had on the jet ski!

The feeling of potentially falling off the jet ski was nerve-wrecking in hilarity. I laughed all the way and loved the speed of jet ski even when it was travelling at 40km/h. 

At some point, I was brave enough to drive it on my own.

But boy it was tough. The salty water was splashing all over my face. I could hardly see ahead and kept wiping my face to get a clear vision. At one point I was lost. I could not find where the flag was. The same flag that was meant to help direct me and keep me within the jet skiing boundaries so I did not collide with the vessels that were passing through.

One of the jet ski operators had to come out and help direct me back. And when I finally got back en route, that was when the fun began. I was Miss Speedy Gonzales. Manoeuvring the jet ski like a pro. But after some time, I got tired. Time to head back.

It was such an exhilarating 104 that we went jet skiing in Miami. That time, we fell into the water! And I had only taken over the jet ski for less than a minute! We are planning to do it again when we are in Vietnam. 

Thanks bubbie for kickstarting an amazing 104 and to Jody for planting that awesome seed of thought!