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captivating; just going about their business, seemingly unaware of me watching them. I sit like this until I start to feel the burn on my shoulders. I’ve drifted back towards the shore a little, so decide to paddle along the length of the beach.
    I’m used to the Kayak now, I feel like a seasoned pro, putting some effort in I pick up speed, working my biceps against the resistance of the water, feeling the cool breeze against my cheeks. I’m just rounding the first corner, when suddenly, for a split second as I fly by, the water changed to black, what was that?
    Jabbing the oar into the water on one side I begin to slow and turn at the same time, then, more cautiously this time I head back to the anomaly. As I approach I can see the water bubbling and pushing up in one large circular area, contrasting to the calm of the water around it; directly below there is a black hole in the sea floor about a meter or so across. I’m dumfounded, I have no idea what this is, but it certainly looks ominous; I’m balancing carefully on the edge so I can take a good look but not actually travel over the space again. Thankfully the force from the upstream coming from the hole does a good job of keeping me pushed to the side.
    Something starts to materialise from the darkness so I lean in a little closer for a better look, its moving fast whatever it is. Almost before my eyes can relay to my brain, the inanimate blob below the surface transforms into a thick piece of driftwood that then bursts through the surface with immense force, narrowly missing my head. “Shit, what the….” Instinctively I throw myself back away from it, inadvertently tipping the Kayak to within an inch of it’s life, “EEEK!” a girly high screech escapes my lips, I DO NOT want to capsize anywhere near that thing. Swinging back down I’m glad to see all this rocking has pushed me away from the black hole of doom, and I relax slightly, letting the rocking steady itself again. Taking a deep breath I start to paddle back towards the Kayak station, much slower on the return on account of my arms shaking and turning to the consistency of jelly. I can safely say Kayaking is not my thing, far too hazardous.
     
    After returning my equipment and collecting my sundress and sandals, I ask the Kayak man what the thing in the water was; he explains it’s a Cenota, an underground river that comes out in the sea, depositing sticks and debris it picks up on the way. He makes it sound harmless, but I know better!
    I grab a towel from the passing hotel worker handing them out, then straight to the pool bar for a drink. Ordering a gin and tonic I take a welcome glug as soon as the glass is passed to me. Surveying the pool side sun loungers I can see about five in a row left vacant on the far side, evidently as they are facing the wrong way for optimum tanning, but right now I just want to close my eyes and relax, so the middle one will do perfectly.
    As I lay down, leaving my dress on, but kicking off my sandals, my stomach instantaneously starts to rumble. The four-sided clock mounted on top of the pool bar tells me is 10.40am, is that all? Apparently if having fun make’s time fly, then a near death experience stops it all together.
    Well just relax here for a bit, finish your drink, then you can get something to eat, I bargain with myself. How I can be hungry again is beyond me, but a rumbling tummy does not lie, it must be the heat or something. I have had no appetite since Jake left, barely stomaching a cup of coffee a day, but one day in Mexico and I feel like I’ve eaten the whole eight weeks worth of food in one hit. Maybe I’ve got worms? Maybe I’m pregnant!? For a second I’m startled by the revelation, but on second thoughts I haven’t even seen Jake in two months, and it was many more months before then that we last had sex; I say ‘had sex’ because post-breakup bitterness prevents me from admitting to myself that we ever made love, the cheating