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Mosquito Bay, Puerto Rico | Fire in the water

Mosquito Bay, Puerto Rico | Fire in the water

On this island of abandoned bunkers, landmines and strutting horses, glowing waters.

Malaveeka Chakravarthy

Mint(Wall Street Journal India) – April 05, 2014

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The bay’s surface glowed a ghostly white. My paddle that plunged into the water looked almost as if it had been lit by an underwater tubelight. Nearby, a white comet tail of light followed a fish that zipped past the kayak. Tiny diamonds appeared and then disappeared down my arm when I dipped my hand in the water and drew it out. It was eerie.

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“It’s so lonely, you can get freaky, bro,” said our driver to my husband. We were driving to Sun Bay Beach in Isla de Vieques from Casa de Amistad, our island residence. In Vieques, there are no umbrella drinks, beachside showers or other sybaritic fixings. Instead, we found abandoned military bunkers (one of which is now apparently a nightclub) and pieces of landmines underwater nestled amid waving seaweed, relics of the 60-year-long presence of the US navy, which used the island as a missile-testing site. We rode past perambulating wild horses whose ancestors were left on the island by European colonizers. Vieques, an island off the coast of Puerto Rico, is not your typical Caribbean holiday destination. We were in Vieques, not to swim and snorkel in the warm Caribbean waters or to lounge on its desolate beaches, but to experience its bioluminescent waters in Mosquito Bay, located on the southern shore of the island.

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travel1--330x220 We, along with 10 other tourists, waited for our bio bay kayak tour guides in the parking lot of the Sun Bay Beach. As the sun set, a swarm of mosquitoes enveloped us. These were the size of fruit flies, but packed the sting of raging wasps. Unprepared for this assault, I slapped at my exposed arms, knees and ankles frantically, until our three guides arrived and handed us eco-friendly insect repellent. I slathered on the oily concoction and waited for an agonizing 5 minutes for the sting to subside. Soon, our group set off in two vans into the darkness on a bumpy ride on a mud “road”. Ten minutes later, we were at the bay’s shore.

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In the dim moonlight, I could see almost nothing other than the faraway lights from Esperanza, a town across the water. My husband and I pushed our kayak into the water, climbed in and paddled slowly into the dark, following our guide Jeff’s red helmet light as the Milky Way gleamed above us. We reached 200m from the shore. “OMG, look!” screamed an American girl in the group. She was pointing to a large white streak in the distance. Jeff stood up on his kayak and squinted at the familiar-looking blob that was now lazily floating away from us. “That’s a sting ray,” announced Jeff, his voice echoing

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over the dark waters all around us. We all oohed in unison. Jeff clapped his hands and instructed us to gather around him. We paddled towards him, pulled each other’s kayaks close and bobbed up and down with the waves, listening to Jeff tell us about the bay. Little fish splashed around us in the water, leaving evanescent silver flashes on the surface. Jeff explained that a special combination of ecological, geographical and historical factors, along with modern conservation, ensures Mosquito Bay has the brightest waters in the world. In the water reside Pyrodinium bahamense, a kind of bioluminescent dinoflagellate plankton which, as a defence mechanism, produce a brief flash of light when agitated. He told us the plankton thrive in large numbers due to the red mangrove trees around the bay, whose leaves decompose in the water, germinating the bacteria that the dinoflagellates consume. As the shallow bay is nearly closed off, the water that comes hardly escapes, resulting in a high concentration of the plankton. He went on to tell us that the early Spanish settlers, terrified of the bioluminescence, believing it to be some sort of dark magic, blocked the bay where it opened up into the surrounding sea and left the bay itself untouched. The narrow mouth of the bay and high hills surrounding it, he said, also made the bay an excellent hideout for pirates. The bay owes its name to one such pirate (incidentally, one of Jeff’s ancestors), a local Robin Hood who looted and distributed riches while sailing his boat El Mosquito. I trailed my fingers in the water and listened to Jeff tell us about the rich marine life inhabiting the waters—sharks (I jerked my hand out), sting rays and jellyfish, among others. Until a freak tiger shark incident in 2011, when a shark clamped on to the leg of an American tourist, visitors were allowed to swim in the bay. Jeff blamed the foolhardiness of the tourist (who dived right on top of the shark)) and the unlicensed tour operators who allowed her to land on the shark. He told us he had been swimming in the bay since he was a boy and never once had the animals harmed anyone before the 2011 incident.

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Jeff gave us 20 minutes to paddle around before we headed back. I spent those minutes hoping I wouldn’t tip into the water and get stung by jellyfish or torn to pieces by sharks. Every time a passing wave hugged our tiny kayak a little too enthusiastically, my heart contracted painfully. Each time my husband shifted ever so slightly in the kayak, I yelped. Natural beauty aside, this experience was terrifying. If you’re imagining The Little Mermaid’s Kiss the Girl, it was not like that at all. The silent darkness, relieved only by large white streaks of unknown sea creatures gliding in the water beneath my flimsy kayak, was the stuff of nightmares. We couldn’t take any pictures. Without special camera equipment, the phenomenon is impossible to capture—so I had to pass.

But perhaps it was knowing that I wouldn’t have a digital record to remember these scenes by that made me fully present to all the special moments I was experiencing. As we paddled back to the shore, I couldn’t help agreeing with the Spaniards that there was something definitely magical about Mosquito Bay.

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