It's a morayA green moray emerges from its hidey hole on Elmo's Wall, East End.
Just as we start to fin back to the drop-off, guess who's back? During the next photo session, which lasts about 15 minutes, I wonder if perhaps this dear was indeed released from the Cayman Turtle Farm. Maybe it wanted to thank us as proxies for its freedom. When it comes to the sea, anything can happen.
I'm tempted to spend another evening mere steps from my oceanfront room, but tonight I want to explore the finds you all listed as favorites. I had posted a query about cheap eats — something as common on Cayman as camels, given the exchange rate, which favors their dollar by 20 percent, and prices that reflect the island's posh rep. When "Judy G Diver" raved about affordable and "fabulous fish tacos" at Sunshine Grill, I had to hunt it down.
Easier said than done. After misinterpreting the one sign designating the turn-in, I flip a couple of U-turns until I find the joint. Kristy the bartender sets me up with wine as I slide against the back wall, stalking a bar stool. I nurse my drink, and 20 minutes and two inches of chardonnay later, I'm happily seated, with an order placed for the fish tacos — a narrow winner against the snapper Reuben recommended by my neighbors on both sides. When Kristy returns to refresh my wine, I ask about the best time to avoid wait times.
She laughs. "Hon, if I tell you 5:15, there would be a rush at 4:30."
It's easy to see why: There's so much laughing, cheering at the football game on TV, and boisterous conversing that it feels warm and welcoming. It's like an episode of Cheers. I end the night playing a conversation-themed board game with the couple seated next to me. As much as I'm tempted to stand my ground that Adrien Brody would make a better Jacques Cousteau than John Mahoney, the dad on Frasier, I have an early dive boat to catch the next morning.