It seemed like a good idea to get a manicure a few days ago, but now that I'm looking at my nails I'm wondering why I bothered. You would think that it would be hard to chip a nail for a woman who does nothing more strenguous than lifting a glass of champagne while on vacation in Vanuatu, but somehow I manage. Not only have I chipped a few nails, but I scraped the top of one nail trying to protect my snorkel.
As I headed toward a dock yesterday, I could see heavy ropes hanging underneath, which didn't leave a lot of room for a snorkel to get through. Not wanting to cut off my air supply with my face in the water, I just reached up and moved the snorkel a little from a 90-degree relationship with the water to about a 45. Scraped my nail. Well, that was still better than taking my face out of the water.
I was on a mission -- to find Nemo.
You can read more in my personal blog today about Swimming With a Dugong Beats Finding Nemo in Vanuatu.