Our flight to Cayman Brac was quite an adventure! Our plane was delayed by 2 1/2 hours in Houston because of mechanical problems......making catching our connecting flight to the Brac almost impossible. We landed in Grand Cayman as they were boarding the flight to the Brac. Dale and I raced off the plane, cleared Immigration, grabbed our bags, cleared Customs and raced to the Cayman Airlines ticket counter.....we looked just like an O. J. Simpson commercial.....leaping over counters and small children. The lady at the counter informed us we wouldn't be able to make the flight....so we began to beg and plead our case. She started typing on her computer trying to get us on the flight, and after what seemed like a long time she handed us our boarding passes. Off we raced....clearing security and Immigration again.....walking up the stairs to our waiting flight....happy we weren't forced to spend the night in Grand Cayman.
Arriving at the Brac, we checked in and enjoyed dinner and crashed! The next morning the diving began...I was on the Coral Princess for the week. With two morning dives a day, I had the afternoon to enjoy with Dale relaxing in a hammock at the beach, or floating around the pool with other guest. The weather was absolutely PERFECT.....clear skies, calm seas, warm water and a gentle breeze. We had breakfast and dinner in our package and enjoyed lunch at the bar every day. It was great to see familiar faces, and Omar loved to joke around with Dale.
The diving was good, our boat was very roomy and we usually had about 12 - 14 divers on board each day. We saw nurse sharks, black tip reef sharks, turtles, rays, eels, crabs, lobster, huge Grouper looking for lunch, bunches of tiny creatures and lots of coral and sponge formations. The best dives were over at Little Cayman on Bloody Bay Wall.......AWESOME! The worst dive was a marathon swim we did on an afternoon dive in search of a shark......geeeez quite a workout. I got to dive the MV Captain Keith Tibbetts wreck twice during the week, a nice wreck with lots to see. My deepest dive was about 102 feet on a wall, but the best diving was between 60-80 feet.
Dale and I met some really nice folks, a really cute couple from South Carolina...Mike and Leslie, a nice couple Meg and Kevin, a gal from New York that was my dive buddy most of the week....Jana, a 70 year old guy from Austin, Tom. Dale found that some of the guys were pilots, so he had someone to talk to about airplanes.
Our trip home was uneventful.....but a very long day! We pulled into the driveway about 10:45 pm.
The trip was great, very relaxing and we had picture perfect weather at the Brac.
Up early, and on the road to the coast to try our hand at fishing. It was a beautiful day and the parking lot was full of boat trailers.....guess lots of folks had the same idea. Our first hour of fishing was quite and things weren't looking good.....but then they began to hit our gold weedless spoons. The first fish landed was a 27 inch nice big red....with 4 more soon in the ice chest. Catching the 6th legal red proved to be impossible....seems like only 18 inch guys were biting. Oh well, we had a good day, a picnic lunch of fried chicken, potato salad, and sliced tomatoes out of the garden. 
