We decided to take a rest day so we signed up for a deep water solo trip - also done out of Wee's climbing school. Essentially you pile into a long tail boat carrying torn and tattered climbing shoes, snorkels and a kayak, and head for some limestone karsts that have very deep water beneath their overhung stalagtites.
The longtail anchors not far from the rock and two by two a guide paddles you over to the ladder to start your ascent of the rock. You free climb, no ropes, as high as you can and then you ... JUMP.
Ok that is the game plan but my mind has a very hard time letting go of a perfectly good handhold even if the drop is only 10 feet and into warm tropical water. But I managed 3 climbs and eventually jumped off all 3 times. John performed much better with a smoothly executed backflip off the rock after climbing about 35 feet up (sorry no pics only on video). But even this was nothing compared to 2 of the guys on our trip. They climbed at least 50 feet on some spectacular stalagitites and crazy overhanging walls. It was amazing to watch but I can't say I was inspired - I'm just not a jumper even with clear blue waters below me.
