Swimming pt 2

Trip Start Jun 30, 2004
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Trip End Feb 14, 2005


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Monday, August 16, 2004

The last weekend of the scuba diving course.

Day 1. Had 2 hrs sleep beforehand. Me and Ellis were up till 3:30am playing guitar (something I can't do in my house), playing Beetles, Eagles, old stuff and '4 more miles' and 'my body's defect' by a small band called Mothers for Angels. Hey, its my site, I can plug my band as much as poss. Ellis says their really good and release worthy. Maybe....he hasn't heard the singer yet. ha ha (joke Graham - you da man)

So anyway, first day scuba diving, I have 2 hrs kip. The Mexicans are 30 mins late, leaving me to cack my pants, thinking I had been forgotten. Eventually, they arrive and I chuck all my gear in the back and we go off to La Jolla. La Jolla is the rich part of San Diego. All the houses are mahoooosive and deep set in the hills which circle the bay. It didn't look all that special (it was overcast), and you should see the state of the beach. The beach sand looked more like Bognor Regis than the golden sands of California. So the scuba diving went well. We did two dives lasting about 30 mins and going 40ft deep. It doesn't look as good as Wildlife on One, but it was cool anyway. Saw some tail fish (stick insects that breathe water ha ha), a shoal of guitar fish (didn't look anything like a guitar....who names these things?) and few halibut that were huge, laying on the surface......... peacefully......until I come along, bearing teeth, shouting 'dinner' to myself. Off the went. Whilst I was on the surface, chewing on salt water, with my eyes closed, I missed a stingray and a baby shark!!!! Shit!!!!! Blink for 1 second. I blame the halibut. Its kinda cool also, cause we have these log books (entering geek mode) where you can record how deep you were, temp, air used, what you were wearing, whether you choked on salt water, farted in your suit, if your a wuss etc etc. By the end of this course, I will have had 4 professional dives under my belt. I rule!!!

Day 2:

So last night, Paul has a mate come over and crash on the floor. The guy snores louder than earthquakes. Not impressed. So the next day arrives. The place where the boat is docked (Mission Bay) can be seen from the beach at the bottom of Ellis's road, joining the beach. Anyway, the boat 'DND 2' (nice name.....WTF?) is tiny. And its supposed to hold 18 of us? Good job I know how to swim. We are diving from a place called New Hope Rock amongst the Point Loma Kelp Beds. Kelp are plants that grow from the sea bed and grow up to the surface. I guess like Seaweed, that is still fixed to the sea bed. On the journey over, I had my head between my legs with my eyes shut, trying to ignore the motion of the ocean. By the time we reached the drop of point, I was feeling less that 100%, but suited up and jumped in. After the initial peeing myself, a hauled myself down the anchor to the bottom of the sea. Apparently its not uncommon to not be able to sink once hitting the water. After doing a few techniques and skills under the water (i e taking off mask and replacing, mimicking out of air scenarios), we swam around the sea bed. THIS WAS MORE LIKE IT. There was coral, plants growing on rocks, sea urchins, Kelp EVERYWHERE. Saw a lot of Garibaldi fish, shoals of tuna fish, starfish. It was awesome. Once I came back up and got on the boat, I wasn't feeling too well. I had 5 mins to rest before having to change tanks and get back in the water. My guts were playing up from all the bobbing, but it alleviated once I was back in the water. This time was a few more skills. The guy gave everyone a firm hand shake signaling that we had all graduated. Either that or he was just being really friendly. Ha ha.

On return to the boat, my nausea got the better of me and I left a little piece of Tel on the side of his boat. Saying that, I felt a lot better afterwards. On the way back, I stood at the front of the boat, feeling a lot better. Feeling like Leonardo Di Caprio on the Titanic, but without the hair and the redhead in tow.
There were a flock of Pelicans flying parallel to the boat most of the way back, and just before reaching port, a seal popped his head out from the ocean, displaying his newly acquired dinner. Made my day. So yeah, I'm now qualified to go scuba diving. Bring on Fiji.

What else have I been up to?

I had to pop into the STA branch in the Gaslamp Quarter downtown, to change the date of my ticket. Not in the best of moods, 'cause I slept funny and now my neck is in spasm (it really hurts). If anyone knows any remedies for spasm muscles (besides 'don't sleep on it funny), it would be appreciated. The ticket has been moved and I now leave USA on the 4 Sept. Unfortunately, I still have to go to Los Angeles to fly out, as San Diego flights don't go to Fiji. I should have guessed really!!! Also, San Diego cannot have flights past 11pm due to noise something or other.

Also I watched Alien vs Predator. That is a bad ass film that appeared in theory in comic format YONKIES ago. I missed the beginning of the film due to the guy behind the counter having a 'I'm a retard' day. Also, there is no sweet popcorn in the US. When I asked for it, he looked at me like I was the retard. The fight is tomorrow. Anyway, the film rules and confirms my theory that Predator kicks ass over all living things, looks cool and rules supreme. I now know what I wanna be when I grow up.

Another thing that has come to my attention. Due to the lack of ANY cider in this country, I have had to bite the bullet and drink beer....................(ooh the shock)...... and I have to say, that it is growing on me. In at the deep end and all that!!! I've been drink Budweiser since I arrived at OB, and its not too bad anymore. Whether I will turn to the dark side for good, I am not sure, but for now, I'm not cringing when I drink. I have been drinking in a few different bars in OB, besides The Stick. Ellis tends to stick to The Stick (ha ha get it?.........I'll get my coat), but all of the woman are up on Newport Ave (5 blocks away), so I've been out with his mates. Aside from that? Its all cool.

Other random things?

A horny couple jumping bones on the beach late one night. I wasn't staring THAT long, but they acquired quite an audience. They didn't seem to care either. A future in porn awaits.

Strip clubs. 18 to 21. Fully nude. 21+ only the tops. Seems odd but makes sense. I just have to mention that I found this out chatting to a taxi driver and have not been to any strip clubs since Beefs stag doo.......and I still haven't paid that night off. Ha ha.

Anyway, will update again soon. Hope everyone is keeping well.

Adios

Tel
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