Keanu James feeds a Southern stingray, in a lagoon on Castaway Cay.
On shore, a date with stingrays
Next morning, we awaken to fi nd ourselves at Castaway Cay (pronounced “key”). I rub my eyes and step out on the veranda to survey the vista of golden beaches, shallow aqua waters and the prospect of a full day ashore to explore. But only after breakfast! Keanu is almost too excited to eat but soon enough we are
walking down the long dock to the beaches and a date with stingrays. The warm waters invite us to join the dark ghostly
shapes fl itting in groups across the inlet. Keanu’s eyes widen in antici- pation and we don light life vests— fl oaties really—and walk barefoot on the cushiony creamy coral sands. In a literal splash, he’s in before me, in gentle pursuit of the elusive creatures. When their velvety, gelati- nous bodies brush against our legs, the sensation is oddly electric but
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