Upon closer inspection, the seasoned mariners who were my co-paddlers knew right away what it was. But I couldn't make sense of what we were approaching. All the commotion we saw from the distance had stopped, and now it was as still as a buoy floating on the surface. I couldn't figure out what I was looking at... a rock bobbing around in the ocean? That didn't make any sense....
Oh! Turtles mating! A little early morning Honu love.
Not my picture....nor the angle of my view.... but you get the idea. |
We voyeuristically sat and watched them for 10-15 minutes, periodically making off color, but fitting, remarks, humming porn-like music. There is no movement, no agitation seen in the water. It just looks like he's fallen asleep on top of her. Until, that is, they come up for air. Then you get the sense that there is some kind of hard work going on somewhere.
As we decided to bid our adieus, they, too, appeared to be satiated. We all kind of wanted a cigarette....
I have since added another notch of information on my growing list of marine facts: What do you call it when turtles make love?
A Slow Poke.