“Blue Eye…More like Black Eye”

3 Apr

The water thrashed against the rocks jutting all around us, ricocheting with anger into our small boat.  The boat tipped and tumbled every which way, unable to escape the cave’s pull.  George struggled to maintain his balance in the stern as he pushed the rocks and worked the motor to no avail.  Sarah stated over and over again that we were fine, we were fine, we were fine, we were fine.  Nothing to worry about.  Nothing to worry about.  We’re fine.  We’re fine.  Reassuring everyone who would listen that we were perfectly all right, despite her unsteady movement left, then right, then left again, and her shirt that absorbed more water than a ShamWow.  Claire jumped into Mother Goose mode, obviously the most terrified of the three, yet making it her instinctive mission to gather her young (re: Sarah and me) and protect them from the imminent harm (re: drowning/collision with large rock).  Eyes wide with fear, she gazed over my head at the sloshing water hitting us like waves smack the late-summer Miami shore.  I watched in silence, wondering if this was actually it.  Would the boat sink?  Would we capsize?  Would we be thrown from the boat?  My first instinct was to protect my camera.

This was, without a doubt, the best part of my trip to the Greek island of Corfu.  Corfu was beautiful, peaceful, relaxing, and filled with characters greeting me at every corner.  Each person was nicer than the next.  It was green, greener than any Greek island should logically be.  Corfu Town was developed and almost city-like, while the outskirts, the small seaside villages, were completely left as God and nature had intended.  Corfu was overflowing with that natural quiet, that magnificent splendor that can’t be bottled, but can only be breathed in as you sit on your balcony reading a good book with the small waves collapsing gently onto the sand, as if to kiss it hello.  Corfu is Italian, it’s Greek, it’s touristy, and it’s unspoiled.  Corfu is a great many things.  Exciting is not one of them.  And while I ventured off to Corfu to get a nice dose of R&R, I secretly craved an adventure, a story to tell.  I craved a near-death experience.

Steps from our B+B in Paleokastritsa, Corfu

God granted me two such experiences throughout my four days on Corfu.  This one ranks infinitely higher than the first, consisting of a bad mix of McDonald’s and the locally-made Ginger Beer (basically gingerale, but more…oh, I can’t even type about it without getting LSD-style flashbacks of queasiness) that had me desperately hugging the hotel toilet and dry heaving into the bowl at 3am.  By the time the boat scenario hit two and a half days later, I wouldn’t have minded if a tsunami devoured my boat, ripped me out to sea, and then fed me to a large whale, so long as the pain wasn’t coming from inside my own body and I died with a healthy appetite.  Luckily, that didn’t happen.  But you get my point.

In case you weren’t sure, I survived the near-capsizing.  No, I am not writing this from beyond, and no, I am not sustaining any major or minor injuries (not withstanding my current aversion to Micky D’s and Canada Dry).  George, our “tour guide” – in quotes because while, yes, he was in fact a tour guide, tour guide in this sense is merely a Greek villager who owns a tiny boat and agrees to take tourists out to see the caves, all 3 of them – managed to get us out of the cave all in one piece.  We were quite a bit damp afterward but were all in good spirits, including George’s little boat, who took the hardest lashing of us all.

What happened, you might ask?  This cave – named the Blue Eye because of the water’s appearance from within it but should more appropriately be named the Evil Eye due to it’s satanic desire to kill us all – has a narrow entrance, blocked ever so slightly by a rock just beneath the surface of the water. The water outside the cave is about 25 meters deep; inside the cave it’s about 3 meters deep.  Once the sea is calm, you can enter and exit the cave without a problem.  Unfortunately for us, the sea decided to recall suppressed emotions while we were inside the cave, and before we could safely get out, started flooding the cave with rough waves (flooding due to the drastic change in depth).  In a flash, we were trapped, George was struggling, and we girls went into our own versions of panic mode.  Luckily, we all lived to tell the tale…and share a few laughs over the milkshakes that George graciously bought us with the discounted fee we paid him.

My camera survived as well.  In immediate retrospect, I wished my instinct in such an experience were not to protect my camera, but rather to flip it to video mode.

Entrance into the Blue Eye Cave

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One Response to ““Blue Eye…More like Black Eye””

  1. Adam HABOU April 11, 2010 at 8:04 pm #

    Waouw…
    Think i’ll read all the other “adventures”…
    And looking forward to see “8 invaders in Brussesls” lol^^

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