Woke up early so we could hit the water before the crowds. First Q cooked our breakfast, cinnamon rolls all out of a can, quite tasty and much less effort than making your own. Only thing we realised though was they are not the best things for snorkelling, all those spices meant I was very close to throwing up a couple of times. Ugh!
Headed back to the Beach Club where we had dinner last night. Whilst all the beaches are available for public access, residents of the resort have special privileges at the parking lot at the beach club. Meaning we only needed to walk a few steps to get to the beach as opposed to a mile.
We were on our way just before 9am and hit the water about 9.30ish. Luckily there weren’t too many people around. The sun was shining pretty strong and the water relatively warm. After a couple of hours snorkelling (no sighting of turtles, manta rays and more importantly sharks!) we headed back to shore to dry off a little before heading home for lunch.
Got chatting to some elderly (okay your age mum, dad and Wendy) people who were from Utah. They were asking us all about NZ. Very friendly. One of the men had on a very attractive all in blue jump suit. It looked like a prison type of jump suit. Hoping he wasn’t one of the two prisoners that escaped here a couple of days ago, he didn’t look like their pictures, so think we were safe! Just not your usual beach attire!
After lunch on the lani I had a quick 40 winks and Quentin investigated where we would go for our afternoon snorkel. My 40 winks was disturbed at about 35 by Quentin coming down the stairs from the bedroom and loudly announcing “I’ve lubed myself up”. Now for those of you that don’t know Quentin you are probably thinking that something dodgy was about to happen in the bedroom, for those that know him it just meant he had covered himself in sunscreen and was ready to hit the water again.
So off we went to Kukio Bay which was about 15 miles away, and known for being the beach to see turtles. All good, except for a couple of things – Tiger sharks like turtles, and sharks cant see well so how do they know if that is a turtle or my leg! The beach is in a gated community but given all beaches are public you head to the gatehouse, get a car park pass (there is only 27 parking spots available, so I suppose they keep out the riff raff that way!), and then when you reach the next gate you need to buzz the guard house so they can let you in. It is then about a 300m walk to the actual beach along a paved footpath.
It was pretty windy when we parked so we decided to walk and check things out before unloading all our stuff. Once we got there Quentin gave the nod and we headed back to the car to get our stuff. Exhausting 
Just as we were getting into the water one of the girls on the beach let us know that there was a turtle directly in front of her, only about 5m off the beach. So we quickly hoped in and there was actually 3 of them frolicking in the shallows. Q was a bit bummed because he had the wrong camera lens, he had thought that if you saw turtles they would be a couple of hundred metres away not one!
After playing a bit with the turtles we headed out a bit further but the water was really dirty, my head was playing the theme music to jaws (sharks like turtles and murky water), so we headed back to the shallows a bit more playing with the turtles. By playing we actually had to keep swimming out of their way, you are supposed to stay 15ft (5m) away from them but it was pretty hard when they kept swimming up to you!
Then time to head home for showers and a wee rest before heading out somewhere cheap and cheerful for dinner. Too lazy to cook tonight!