With my deep dive of 28.7m, and the demonstration that I could identify colours at that depth (the reds disappear) and wasn’t suffering from nitrogen narcosis, I completed my Advanced Open Water Certification.
I took my camera on the second and third dives of the day, and while learning the limits of using a compact at depth without a strobe, I loved how it made me look at things.
Big honking turtle hiding at about 24 metres down.
Two glorious nudibranchs.
And a bajillion fish. Wondrous, and like everything that’s hidden, a quest to get there.
On the island where we stopped for breaks between dives, where russet coloured wild dogs roamed around, a woman sold tshirts and sarongs from a little stand. I bought one, trying to imagine going a whole day without making a cent — it was a quiet day for divers. We got into a conversation. Halting English, jaw splitting grin at discovering I’m from Canada. “My sister lives in Montreal. Her name is Nancy A—. Look for her on Facebook!”
Now for a massage.