Basically, it works like this: There is a portable, floating platform, with lights and handles attached. Donning a snorkel mask, you get in the water, grab onto a handle, lay on your stomach, and put your face in the water. Then you wait for the manta rays to come. When I was first reading about this, I thought "Nope. No way I am doing this." Getting in the ocean when it's dark while holding onto what amounts to a surfboard with a car battery on it to generate electricity for the lights? That sounds like a recipe for electrocution! And the ocean at night doesn't seem like the safest place. However, the more I read about this adventure, the more I knew I had to do. I knew the likelihood of us going back to the Big Island was slim and I didn't want to leave with regrets. Thankfully, my brother and sister-in-law had done a nighttime manta ray snorkel on their trip to the Big Island a few months ago so they were able to assure me that it was not as scary as I built it up in my mind to be. Pushing down my inner screaming, I told Husband I wanted to see manta rays. I found a company that appeared to not use a surfboard or a car battery, made the reservation, and hit the "pay" button. Then I spent the next few weeks wondering how I could cancel.
The night of the tour came and I was ready to call it off, but my dear, sweet, patient, rational husband reminded me that manta rays are harmless (they don't have teeth), and that he would be right beside me so if a shark suddenly appeared out of the darkness, he would save me (I am beginning to realize I have a lot of irrational fears. I should probably look into therapy). Besides, if I can swim with sharks, surely I can hang out with some manta rays and live to tell about it. I put on my brave face, and off we went to see some manta rays. We got our wetsuits on and enjoyed a gorgeous sunset while waiting for the tour to start. I had to get one last picture of the two of us, just in case.
After a short boat ride, it was time to get into the water. Husband jumped in right away and I knew if I wanted to be next to him, I had to jump in next. This was the scariest part. The ocean is DARK at night. D-A-R-K. And scary things live in the ocean! But, we paid a ton of money to do this so I really had no choice. I jumped in and swam to the floating platform. I put a pool noodle under my ankles (this helps keep your legs parallel to the surface and away from the manta rays), grabbed onto the platform, said a little prayer, and stuck my face in the water. Within minutes manta rays were swimming by us, eating all the plankton. It was amazing. Absolutely amazing! They were so close to us that if I wasn't holding onto the handle for dear life, I could have touched them. A couple of them brushed up against me as they passed by. It was so cool to watch them approach out of the darkness, their wing-like fins flapping as they swam through the water to the lights. Husband called them "majestic sea flap-flaps," which he apparently saw in a meme at some point, and that description fits them perfectly.
After about 30 minutes, which really seemed like 5, it was time to swim back to the boat. I didn't want to leave. I could have stayed and watched the manta rays all night long. I had the hardest time deciding which videos to post. I hope the ones I posted below give you an idea of how truly spectacular this was. A huge thank you to Husband for taking these videos. This meant he was holding on with one hand the entire time in order to operate the camera. That is true love.
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