Back From Paradise

Currently Playing: Polaris by Zero7

I'm back. After living on a disused oil rig, constantly cooled by fresh sea breezes, baked by a sun in cloudless skies, witnessing sunrises and sunsets over a flat, shimmering horizon.

After being under 30m of crystal seawater everyday, had manta rays and reef sharks swim by me, being as close as I dared to a resting reef shark, stroked so many turtles and swim next to so many more.

After getting up REAL close to weird and wonderful sea-creatures like nudibranches, lionfish, frogfish, stonefish, pipefish, flutemouths and trumpetfish. After unknowingly kneeling on the sharp spikes of a sea urchin, holding on as gingerly as i could with 2 bare fingers on unknown corals, creeping on sandbeds on my elbows, slapping fellow divers with my fins in the process, just to get that (not-so) perfect shot.

I'm back, yet i can still feel the rocking motion of the sea even as i type this. but was i really there? i'm back in the real world so fast, it seemed like a dream. i have the photos and the memories and the scars with me... but somehow it seems so unreal. and now i'm back as if i never left.

maybe its coz i've gotten to used to being overseas for long periods after the YEP. maybe the run up to this trip was too rushed... i only had like 2 wks after confirmation, and hardly enuff time to prepare with dengue happening, work starting and quiz coming. or maybe i just wasn't enjoying myself as much as i shd hv been.

it wasn't a wasted trip... i can't bring myself to call a $900+++ dive trip a wasted one... haahahh. but i SHOULD HAVE prepared myself more. it wasn't spoiled. but wat didn't make it a wonderful one was a question of fit. Me not being fit, and me not fitting in.

the first issue is simple enuff. after getting dengue and just being plain lazy, i didn't get my strength and stamina back. i was sucking air like it was coconut juice coz i was struggling physically underwater, and mentally being under so much water. not diving for 1 1/4 yrs is not a good idea, being constantly under 30m of water after that is worse.

so more often than not, i wld be the 1st to surface, and the singaporean in me wld be thinking crap... pay the same amt but less water time. and worse still when the rest wld surface later and start ranting abt the amazing stuff they saw at the end - which was wat i missed. either that, or start ranting abt the rare little sea creatures they spotted/encountered, which i either failed to recognise, didn't spot, or just plain forgot that i saw it.

but in everything, there is a good, as well as bad side. "abandoning" my dive buddy and the rest in almost every dive gave me some "solo dive" time. sometimes i hovered above them and followed until i totally ran out of air, but sometimes i went up and over the reef on a totally different tack. maybe i didn't see as much as them; maybe i saw different things, but wat i really liked was that sense of being alone, being independent, being able to explore by myself, on wat little air i had. more explanation on that in later posts.

me not fitting in... now that was a slightly more tricky one. besides the ranting they did abt the creatures they saw and i missed, there was the dynamics of the group that made things a little weird for me. to being with, I went with X, whom i had an attempted and tangled history with. (ie. i attempted to have some history with her, and we have many links in different groups) along with her was her new found regular dive guy pal, W, and his gal pal, M.

W is kinda like a nice-guy beng, complete with smokes and crude jokes, but he's generally ok, with a passion for diving that's on the verge of irritating. he knows every damn creature there is in surrounding waters, even sketching them out in his log book, clocking dives like no one's business, and bringing an underwater camera like mine, with some photos that even rival mine. darn it.

M is ok as well... a bit direct, which i don't have a problem with, but initially kinda "discreetly" patronising. but as time went by we got along quite well. There were still kinda some unsettled issues with X... so the atmosphere was kinda thick sometimes. and both girls seem more comfortable with W, or maybe he knows how to talk on their frequency, so quite a few times i was the odd man out. never a guy who wants to force his way in a grp, i sometimes wandered off to explore with my camera, stayed soaking on the beach or just stayed silent while they played with W's camera, or chatted away abt ppl i didn't know.

but in fairness, of coz they didn't isolate me. W was always good guy company and a nice roommate to have, while M wld get me to join in when she saw i was standing aside. maybe she knows/found out abt the unfinished issues as well. as for X... well i don't think there's much to build upon liao. she's a great girl... independent, fun-loving, adventurous, funny, and pretty. but i guess she doesn't really think i suit her, and i also probably need someone who can handle me better during my apprehensive moods.

ok. end of griping. these are all just the darker issues i needed to get off my chest. the good stuff, the fun times and the marvelous creatures coming up in next posts.



in reference to my previous post... being the most inexperienced diver in the group... sometimes i dunno if wat i'm doing (which i think is best) agrees with the more experienced rest. and due to my massive air consumption, i surfaced earlier even though i try to maximise my air, ie. starting to ascend only in the red zone of my pressure gauge, surfacing with sometimes only 10 bar out of 200. risky behaviour, i know. but i wanted to stretch the $900+++!!! after all, i had forgone one dive to rest and sleep...