Thirty feet below in a dark pool of refreshing water, Berani’s voice echoed through the canyon as he counted me down: ‘3, 2, 1, jump!’ I didn’t flinch, my legs glued to the moss-covered rock edge I was peering over, the only disturbance a bright orange land crab scuttling by my foot.
Come to the Caribbean, I thought. Relax on the beaches, I thought. Have a rum punch, I thought. But no, Dominica had other ideas for me, the first being throwing myself off this canyon edge into the cyan waters, now beautifully illuminated by the sun.
‘No cocktails, no lying on the beach here, no-no. Strap your boots on and go dive in some pools’ Marvin, our hiking guide yesterday hadn’t been lying.
I shut my eyes, screamed a profanity into the dark stone of the canyon around me, and leapt off the edge, crashing into the perfectly fresh and refreshing water below. OH YEAH, this island nation was something special.
Just remember not to use the c-word here, Dominicans don’t like to call their waters cold, they prefer to call them refreshing. And perhaps the most refreshing start to a day is to throw yourself, quite literally, into them.