Blind sweet-water sharks
Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates
Borda Gardens, Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico
Still heading south, we began to gain altitude. We followed the coastline of the gigantic lake below us. I observed the turquoise blue waters playfully reflect the sun here and there. The lake there appeared to have no end. We were on our way to a city by the name of Rivas, where breakfast waited for us. The city had a port on the lake where the ferries and cargo boats docked. On the way, Grandfather described how in antiquity, the lake had been part of the Atlantic Ocean.
“What’s your impression of this lake; is it big or small?”
“It’s humongous Grandfather, a never ending ocean and not a lake!”
“Millions of years ago, the Ocean had covered all the lands between itself and the lake. This coastline we’ve been hugging, now belongs to the lake, but before, it was roughly the Atlantic’s coastline. As the time went slowly by, the coastline began to recede, moving back, as the lands caught in-between emerged. Finally, all that was left of those ancient seas was this lake and a few blind sharks.”
“Blind sharks?” I asked intrigued, and a bit incredulous, I must confess.
“That’s what I said,” he answered smiling. Let me congratulate you. “Apparently, those big ears of yours are good for something after all!”
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