Swimming

Went swimming in the Leven River yesterday with K, Fanghead, Keith and Dan. It was so nice! Well, it was to begin with anyway. Not content with just swimming and relaxing, the boys decided to see whose penis was the biggest in a game of 'Who Can Swim With the Biggest Rock'. (Why don't men just pull down their pants and compare once and for all, instead of all this chest-beating? It'd save a lot of time.) Anyway, the winner was Dan, after a couple of near drownings. Not content with the result, Keith thought they should see 'Who Can Skim a Rock the Most Times'. Again, the winner was Dan. Then it got ridiculous with 'Who Can Bust a Rock in Half'. The testosterone was so thick I felt like I was asphyxiating. Then I saw a spider on a rock and Fanghead screamed the place down. Then K got a fish hook stuck in his foot. Then we saw an empty beer bottle, bobbing up and down, going on a journey down the river, past someone's slimy old shoe. The novelty wore off at that point, it was getting kinda gross.

Today I went swimming in the sea with Jason. What a difference! The water was so warm and clear, and there were waves to jump over. There were no spiders or beer bottles or cavemen antics. I am sure gonna miss having the ocean only 5 minutes walk away. Sigh. Where is there to swim in Launceston? The Cataract Gorge, with all the eels and car bodies and probably human bodies and submerged logs? Or the adjacent pool, where the lovely water temperature is undoubtedly linked to the amount of urine within, and you feel like you're doing the hokey-pokey rather than swimming because you can barely move for all the people? Bah!

The last time I went swimming in the Gorge, I swore I'd never do it again. I ended up covered in slime, and had some sort of mysterious skin rash the next day. And K nearly drowned trying to swim from one side to the other while carrying a rock as big as his head.