Apparently most tourists, apart from us, go to the Maldives to look at fish. Let's face it; with the exception of the potential for watching an international game of women's beach volleyball, which is usually a male spectator sport, there's not a hell of a lot to do on a desolate tropical island apart from looking at fish... or drinking.
So, what's with the fish then? Well, firstly, there appears to be an awful lot of them in the Maldives. Secondly, there appears to be so many of them that some of them can't be found anywhere else on the planet. Finally, I am lead to believe, one can casually float around amongst them without having ones arms or legs ripped off by a hungry shark. That's a good thing. There are Parrotfish (who's a pretty boy then?), Triggerfish (one move and I'll blow your head off!) Clownfish (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B0CyOAO8y0), Manta Rays (it's a Buddhist thing... or is that mantra?) and Sting Rays. Sting Rays? You're joking?
In two words...Steve Irwin. The globally renowned Australian who Doctor Doolittled himself to fame on television having high tea with crocodiles and sundowners with snakes - and who was killed by, unless I'm very much mistaken, a common or garden sting ray. Oh shit! So they're there in the water, right? Like kind of where we might go swimming? Like just there? OMG... and they killed Steve. Get me another beer please my good man; this water's not for me.
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