By WENDY SQUIRES
Never have I looked less attractive and never have I been happier to appear so. Dressed in a pink stinger suit that makes me look like a novelty condom from hell, I am in underwater heaven, snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef.
But it gets better. There is no one out on the reef with me other than trillions of irridescent fish, clown-mouthed clams and every other type of marine wonder that live in the magical water wonderland.
You see, I have stayed behind on the FantaSea Reefworld pontoon after the ferry carrying the day explorers returned to port. Which means one of the seven wonders of the world is my private playground. What’s more, when I wake up in the morning, it shall be all mine again.
There are only two rooms on the entire Great Barrier Reef available for the public to stay overnight in and I am booked in to stay in the best one, the King room, on Reefworld. So, as I finally and reluctantly leave the reef for the evening, I know that what’s ahead won’t be the massive anti-climax an ordinary bed on dry land would be after such an incredible day as a musk stick looking dolphin. And it’s not.
Dinner is set up in the underwater viewing observatory on Reefworld, served by a marine biologist whose passion for the life around us is as infectious as it is admirable.
As we tuck in to a three-course meal of fresh deliciousness in the submerged glass-walled room, Reefworld’s famous resident George, a Queensland Groper the size of a truck, looks on at us as we delight in him. Along with his fellow homey Groupers and a posses of silver fish darting like bullets in the Matrix, the view is so mesmerising it’s mediative.