Again, with little time I set out to try and do something.
I swam around the island once and to the buoy again and back. I didn't bring a watch. It was probably 20+ minutes.
This fat old fisherman was trolling right ahead of, next to and then behind me for almost the entire time. I don't know if he thought the fishing was better next to a giant swimmer or maybe he thought I was a woman and he was checking me out. Oh yeah!
The water tasted like gasoline/exhaust. What a jerky.
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