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.
You can't see much in this picture, but yeah, I'm standing behind her. That's not by accident. 
Also note that the man in that picture is our divemaster, whose name, I'm not kidding, is 'Bait'.