Jean Michel Cousteau Resort, Vanua Levu, Fiji Islands
This is where it starts to blur.
I lose track of which dives I've done, what I saw on which dive, who I was with, what else I did.
I know my gear hasn't been dry. I know I have that salty feeling that doesn't go away with one shower. And I know I'm tired.
In other words, I feel pretty damned good.
Let's see if I can re-create some of it.
I think the last dive I wrote about was Hole in the Wall. I think that would have been tuesday.
Wednesday, we dove a site near the resort called 'dreadlocks'. Just a couple of us on the boat. As usual when the dives are close in, they came back to the resort of surface interval so people can use a comfortable restroom, get coffee, and we can pick up divers if any want to jump on for second dive.
I collected Barb at the dock; didn't give her a chance to think about it, just said "Come with us"; her gear was already on the boat so it was easy.
We dove a site called 'Alice'; it became obvious why it was called this when I looked at the many mushroom-shaped coral heads, some of which and simply huge and many of which look like they need a hookah-smoking catterpillar.
And I kept thinking 'Mmmm. Shrooms."
Barb did great. Good on air, comfortable in the water. A little trouble understanding the under-water pantomime divers use to communicate underwater, but that's second nature to me, I forget the signs may not be obvious.
A good, very easy, very satisfying dive. I was proud of her.
Thursday, I had intended to sit out and not dive in the morning. We had a vague plan to do a dive with all three of us at some point, but nothing firm. Also there was a vague plan to do a small-boat trip to hole-in-thge-wall.
But when I got up, the weather was so beautiful I couldn't stay off the boat.
We dove a site called big blue; another of the wall dives I love so much.
I hit 151 feet on this one. I think I scared the people I was diving with.
Nitrogen Narcosis. It's my drug. Well, one of them.
Long decompression on this dive. It's what I do anyway, but I add extra steps and extra minutes when I go deep. I'm crazy, I'm not stupid.
Later, we did a shore dive -- all three of us. Only time we all dove together on this trip, other than the training dive. But this was significant in several ways. It was Olivia's first post-certification dive, it was both of their first time in the water without a divemaster (I'm not a divemaster; I could be, I chose not to do it for a host of reasons). And it was interesting in that they both were clearly getting better. It was a short, shallow dive (35 feet/30 minutes), because I had been deep that morning and was going deep again that afternoon.
Olivia's still a goofball in the water, but she's going to be a lot better. Barb's already a lot better. We're going to have to dive again soon.
That afternoon, another run at Hole in the Wall. A decent, but not great dive. The most interesting sighting of the dive turned out to be not a fish at all, but a yummy little 20-somthing girl in a very small bikini. Her name was 'Kellen', and she was all cute smiles and baby-fat. So now I've got both a Helen and a Kellen on my dive-babe list for this trip. Yes, I'm a pig. But I love them all.
Also note that the man in that picture is our divemaster, whose name, I'm not kidding, is 'Bait'.