Shall I tell you about my near-death experience with a saltwater crocodile?
It was the year 2000 BC (Before Children) and Jim and I took a scuba diving holiday in the Solomon Islands. It was heaven.
Except for one day.
The skipper took us to a small island, split by a wedge-shaped crevasse – imagine a jagged sliver missing from a cake. The idea of the dive is you swim along the bottom of the crevasse, then ascend into a lagoon surrounded by rainforest alive with lorikeets; much like the island in Barbie, Island Princess.
Jim is a more experienced diver than me, so he led the way. There wasn’t much room; if I stretched my arms, I could touch the rock on either side. We were in about 10 metres of water – not deep in diving terms and I was enjoying myself – we were a day and a half from any town and a million miles from home.
When we reached the lagoon, Jim stopped, and being the cautious type, looked up before he ascended. Directly above us was a three metre saltwater crocodile, sunning himself on the surface. Apparently our bubbles bounced off its belly. I can’t say for sure; I never saw it. Before I had a chance to look up, Jim was telling me, in underwater sign language, to turn around and get the f*ck out of there. Naturally, I was annoyed – I’d swum all this way and I wanted to see the lorikeets. Jim didn’t want to tell me there was a croc above my head (international diving signal for a crocodile is a chomping motion made with both arms moving in scissors fashion) because he rightly assumed I would panic.
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almost got taken out at the lights in Dubbo.... had pressed the pedestrian button, the noise and our green 'walk' signal had lit up, and without looking (i know, silly!) i started walking, thankfully my husband grabbed my arm, he saw the ute speeding around the corner, and 2 things made this the scariest day of my life, one, i had my 16 month old daughter in the pram, and 2, the bloke had the hide to shake his head at us! he honestly thought he had right of way! scary, scary, scary! so if you're at a crossing and you have a lady with a pram eyeball you before she walks, its probably me making sure you've stopped!
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