Cos they gangster-ed the beds and Jew-ed
Not forgetting the butt-slapping saga, losing of weight-belt and disgusting farewell lunch;
of course all these didn't happen to me but Mr Lucas (I skipped the lunch, too gross.
I just sustained a barnacle-cut that stretch across three fingers, some stupid poisonous fern infection that is still causing rashes on my palm now, minor abrasions on the feet, and most irritatingly, uneven tan-lines.
Of course there were the awesome moments like all the other meals were awesome, the van driver drove as though it's a race, the causeway didn't jam on our return (the other side did, surprisingly) and most amazingly, our $10 dive torch (plus $1 batteries) worked and survived the night dive! (Except Gabriel's that had battery leakage)
The dives weren't as happening and the marine life was rather boring (no turtle as we wanted!) but we managed to entertain ourselves so effectively that the trip was really enjoyable; and yes, one more soon definitely... after upgrading our gears (WHO SAYS GOLF IS AN EXPENSIVE SPORTS?!! Or rather, who classified golf as a sport in the first place? Hah! First item on Lucas and Jason's 1001 Lame Jokes for Dummies)
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First dive was the usual exposure dive, marine life is equally disappointing as the next few dives to come but managed to adjust our weights accordingly and familiarize with ear-equalizing again (which was much improved this time round for most of us) for the dives to come. Second one was a "rehearsal" for our third dive because Mr Lucas Ho (as above mentioned) dropped his weight-belt when we back-rolled in and had to perform search-and-recovery before we actually practise it. Third dive is, yup, boring... except for our own self-created fun! Fourth one was night-dive-turned-current-dive because the current got so strong we couldn't fight it and got sort of drifted back to the jetty (effortlessly but rapidly) but the sky's so dark we couldn't find our boat initially and the wind so strong the only thing we could manage was "shiver-on-the spot five-counts-of-four"! Fifth one the next morning was deep dive and we first experienced the impact of thermoclimb underwater (where 1 degree made so much difference) and my tank was used up exceptionally fast so I buddy-shared with Zac for half the journey. Last dive of the trip was super awesome because it's independent buddy navigation! So after doing a "diving" formation and taking photos, we split up into our buddy pairs (so that Jason Khoo can finally have his own leisure dive). As usual my tank ran out halfway and had to share with Zac. Stupid things like rolling around each other and peeing by the coral is just some fine examples of how retarded we all were. But the feeling of being free and having the schools of fishes encircling you is pure awesomeness that cannot beat anything in the world, except the fun we had (releasing the dragon fish any and everywhere, different uses of a starfish, riding on one another, fighting underwater etc etc)
Some exciting scenes include a super long barracuda swimming solo alongside us at a close distance during our independent dive for quite a distance and we even stared at each other for quite long only to realize after we surfaced that a solo barracuda means it's aggressive and have a high chance in attacking divers (not forgetting barracuda-related injuries are the most common form for scuba divers)... A school of (smaller) barracuda was also spiraling around us during our safety stop as well, come to think of it, sharks do that to surround their prey as well! Naise. Be glad friends, that I'm back here alive and in one piece!
Then again, that doesn't stop the hunt for bigger fish and thrill of deeper waters.
Advance, completed.
Now it's time to get back to reality!
