Grrrrrr!!!!!!
This afternoon, I might have killed my camera and new (around xmas) cell phone.
As I often do, I went for a swim today. When I swim, I usually attach a red "dry" bag to my waist using a kayaking rope and a carabiner. The dry bag serves several purposes. I "fill it" with air, so it's a flotation device in case of a problem. It's a marker so boats can see me and not run over me. And I can use it to carry things while I swim. Like valuables I don't want to leave alone on the beach.
I put "dry" in quotations because the bag is old and not really dry anymore. Some water gets in it every time.
A few days ago, I bought a dry box. A little plastic box that is truly waterproof that I can use to keep my camera and cell phone dry in my dry bag. Great!
Except, I'm pretty sure I closed the box wrong today. The box comes with a little rope. I think the rope was between the body and lid of the box when I closed it, creating a gap. Through which water got through.
So I swam. I rested on the beach. Then I started to pack up to come "home". That's when I saw that my camera and cell phone were wet. Of course, the first thing I did was check to see if they worked. The cell phone did, for a while, then not. The camera did not.
When I got home, I consulted the internet. It said "salt water is very bad" and "dry it out before you turn it on!" Crap. The internet also said, consider washing it with fresh water then putting it in rice for a few days. The water will wash away the salt. The rice will absorb the water.
I debated the merits of plunging my precious technology into more water, and then did exactly that. Now, my cell and camera are resting comfortably in some rice in a closed container. Lets hope they can survive their swim....
This evening, I drowned my sorrow in my first piece of cake since my arrival on the Island.
Photos (from days past...)
Top: the crocodile observation tower from Punta Sur parc - we saw no crocodiles
Center: Chester, the neighbour's dog. He's very cute!
Bottom: Carl at the "Sunset". He had to leave Cozumel this Thursday to deal with a deceased friend's will. Apparently, the friend was rich and had some "profiteering friends". It appears that the profiteers forged a will that is very generous to them. Carl hired a handwriting expert and is dealing with lots of crap. I miss him.
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