One Last Time

But I don’t want to go home.

Fortunately, the ferry doesn’t leave until 2:00 so we’ve got one more chance to get under the water.

I wish the colors had come through better on this one.  This anemone was incredible—purple with yellow tips.  I just floated and stared at it, watching it sway, for several minutes.

You wouldn’t think there’d be that many cool fish left to see, but there were.

 

Just a few more of the very best.

 

 

 

This particular spot must have been just right for anemones, because they were everywhere.  It was ethereal.

And with that, we depart Zamami.  I’m definitely going to miss this Thanksgiving “tradition”.

Homeward bound.