(West Coco Bandero, San Blas, Panama)
I learned pretty quickly that it’s wasted energy worrying about Greg Evans. He’ll huck himself off a cliff, or swim daily with sharks regardless of the anxiety you build up for yourself. It’s best just to accept, and once you’ve done that you move very quickly to promotion. The boy will put himself into some pretty wild situations, but he has the knowledge, experience, and reckless abandon to work them out.
Greg’s afternoon spear has been getting later and later these days because he insists (and rightly so) that that’s when the bigger and better fish are out and about. His later departure translates into a later arrival back at the boat which, up until today, has been well before the sun drops too low in the sky. Today he got me to the point of thinking about worrying.
We had plans to meet everyone on the beach for a bonfire and supper. I passed on a dinghy ride from a friend saying Greg would be back any minute and we’d come right in. Over an hour later and Greg hadn’t shown back up to Oceanna. The sun had gotten around to setting though. Eventually our friend Keith came out expressing the beach party’s worry about Greg, and it was at this moment I finally spotted Greg and Marie ripping in from the outer reef.
See, no need to worry.
He showed up smiling with a dinghy full of fish. Completely oblivious to anyone’s concern.