A Visit from a Big Group of Friends
This was the view we had had for most of of our journey from Isla Mujeres to Livingston
On day four, everything changed. A big gang of friends heard us from about half a mile away, suddenly they began racing toward us
Within minutes we were surrounded, some left but about a dozen stayed with us for an hour
Bent fin seemed to be in charge. He led the group for ages at the front of the girl. They sped over the top of each other, laughing and jumping.
ALL IN ALL SUCH A JOY