This is James, sitting on the beach, at Cancun.

It was such a glorious, hot, sunny day. (I'm afraid the pictures all look darker than they actually were, so please try to imagine really white sandy beaches and strong, blinding sunshine!)

This was when we first got to the beach. We took a bus (full of drunken, inebraited american yutes (youths)) and walked for ages and almost got lost but we eventually found the beach!

James plonked himself down for a rest and I threw myself into the crashing surf. It was then I realised how steep the beach was and exactly how powerful those waves were (and how strong the riptides were).

But I'm still here to tell this story, so Mother Nature didn't get it all her own way that day!

Poor Jimmy dearly wanted to get some snorkelling done, but those waves were just too rough. We couldn't even surf on them, they were far too choppy and irregular.
But we could go swimming! It wasn't easy but we did a little bathing.