I’ll never forget this trip, mostly because it was the worst travel experience EVER, but also because it was our first time warm water diving and we were with some of our best friends.
In addition to missing our flight, almost not making the boat, and loosing luggage we spent the week shacking up with Mike & Alanna in a room no bigger then a small closet. The room consisted of bunks and about a foot of walking space between the beds and the door. We couldn’t have luggage, there was no place to store it on the boat, so our clothes stayed with us in our bed. The sleeping arrangements sucked. And that is putting it mildly. Within hours of being at sea Collin, Mike, and Alanna were puking over the side of the boat while Justin gleefully drank wine and snapped pictures. Damn him and his no sea sickness. I didn’t puke over the side, no, I made it all the way down into our cabin and into bed (we had the top bunk), before the urge hit me. I practically fell out of bed, my hand covering my mouth and had to shove the guy across the hall out of the way as I wretched into the head. Good times. I wish I could say things got better after that first night, but they didn’t. On day 3 we hit the worst storm they’d seen a while. We were cruising through 12-foot waves and even the seasoned divers were suffering from sea sicknesses. We spent most of that day lying in the bunks in the dining area, watching the fruit hammock swing back and forth with such force it could have knocked someone out.
I learned a couple of things on this trip: 1) when picking a wetsuit make sure you do not choose a size that is comfortable on land, unless you want to spend the week dreading each dive, not wanting to get back in that freezing ass cold water. 2) Next dive trip will involve sleeping on land, with a beach and a bed. No more of this sea shit.
But, that all said, when I look back at the pictures I have a hard time not remembering the fun we had. I’m glad we did it, even if we have no intention of ever doing it again.
I’ve never shown anyone any of the pictures from our trip because, well, I didn’t take any. But our friends did, and I thought I’d share them with you now, a year later. These are all courtesy of these two: Mike & Justin (and that’s our boat, The Morning Star, in the back ground!). Thanks guys!
The thing that is so awesome about diving is that it is a completely different world under the water and it is so amazing to watch the animals in their own environment. My favorite part of the trip was seeing the octopus on the wall dive. Collin's favorite was the shark dive, where they dropped food for roughlty 20-30 sharks. We don't have any pictures of this because you were advised to stay very still during the feeding, but I can tell you it was simply amazing. Here are some pictures Justin took with his underwater camera.Okay, this is just Collin and I, not quite as interesting as the sea creatures, but it's the only dive picture we have of us so I had to include it.
Putting the sea sickness aside, the thing that was great about being on the boat is that it felt like we had the sea all to ourselves. We could look out for miles and see nothing but the ocean, only occasionally could you see a passing ship in the far distance. The other really amazing thing was looking at the stars at night, after the engine was off and the sails were up. It was so peaceful listening to the sails snap in the wind, carrying us to our next destination. No cars, no phones, just the open water with waves slapping against the boat and the wind in your face.