Little Cayman: my best dive ever

Trip Start Mar 17, 2007
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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Day 1:

We get up at 7 (seven!), take our bikes:  isn't my hubby handsome? And go to the diving site. It is all a bit messy. Where are the weight belts? Our stuff is not on board! Oh, we are on the wrong boat. But they said: ... . Yes, but they changed their minds. A new diving company is always confusing in the beginning. Dive masters: Alex and Adrienne. I do not like Adrienne, she sets up my stuff: a. in the shade and b. NOT next to my hubby!

First diving site is reached after less than half an hour, a drawing is made on the white board. You CAN follow a dive master if you have to but you can also go on your own.  And this is the way to go... Can you figure it out? I can but I know I will get lost within 5 minutes.


Luckily Dr T doesn't. We were not often on our own. And, no, this is not dangerous. IF everything goes wrong, like you lose your way or you drop out of air: you go to the surface. If on top of that you are far away from the boat and cannot swim to it (because there is too much current), you put a fist straight in the air, meaning: I need a pickup. Nothing to it.  But Hubby does fine, he finds the boat, in time. Short surface interval, next diving site. This is all in the Bloody reef, one of the top ten diving sites in the world, if we can believe Cousteau. And it is pretty.


Diving, just the 2 of us adds big time to the charm. Dr T returning home...


We are back at 13h. We read somewhere about the Caymans that topless sunbathing is against the rules and the 'skimpy' bikinis are ONLY allowed on the beach. So, I declared the whole island to be beach and bike home in my skimpy bikini. I hear no complaints.

We eat home, nowadays and not only because life is so expensive, it is nice to have home cooked food. Tonight is spaghetti night and I do not like it at all! It is tasteless. There are no herbs in the house and you cannot buy them all for one spaghetti, can you?

We end the night playing cards and looking forward to tomorrow for what will be:

Day 2: the best diving day of my life!!!!     (again)

Up early again, check in to the boat with 3 diving mistresses. Very rare. Its normally all men. And we go for the best dives of my life! Of course, this excludes the Blue Hole, diving with the Whale Sharks, the Thistlegrom, the HMAS Swan,..., all those special dives. Our first dive is 58 minutes and we see almost nothing else then each other and the marine life. The surface interval is almost as entertaining as the diving: our diving crew: Dotty told us stories. They all had such a nice time. Annabele (jawel) is originally from Holland, very nice and extremely pretty. Sunny is ... sunny.

Second dive is divine! Dr T goes in first, looks down and says: shark! I jump in after him and indeed: 3 meters down a 2 meter shark! And within 1 minute (I swear) he founds a huge turtle!!!! We go off on our own and find the 'swim throughs.' Swim throughs are underwater caves. What is special about them is that you swim through a hole and have a roof above you. You are in a 'chimney' let's say. You cannot pop to the surface. You can get stuck, cause often they are narrow. You should never enter a 'hole' in the coral unless you see the exit. It is almost impossible to swim backwards! Why do you do it anyway? Because different fish hide in the dark of the caves. And because it takes skills to do it. And because it is a thrill. One of the swim throughs, Tony swims out at the end and is nose to nose with a ... shark! His size. And sharks cannot swim backwards either! Luckily they do not get into a fight and it is beyond words for me to see: my Hubby and the shark, swimming side to side. Nothing else than Hubby, the shark, the marine life and the blue, blue water. We dive for 68 minutes, I think my longest dive EVER! Doing our safety stop, Dr T points backwards. I look. Nothing there. He insist. I cannot see it. And then I feel something rubbing my legs. I think: 'aha, a diver.' That is what usually rubs you: beginners!

I look at my legs and see a ... grouper, my size snuggling up to me. I go iiiieeeek. If that would have been 3 months ago, I would have jumped to the surface. Not knowing what to think, I swim away. And he is following me. Dr T laughs his head off. I have Mr. Grouper and he has Mrs Grouper and, no kidding, they want HUGS. Wait a minute: fish do NOT hug. Well, these do. They rub and rub. We pat them, very carefully. They love it. Now I certainly do not want to surface!

And it spoils my taste for grouper: they are too cute to eat!


We sail home on my boat: (I wish)...



We do the weekend shopping, go for a beer in the ONLY pub on the island and come home to our cards and Tony teaches me to play cribbage. Food and books. Tomorrow we go ... diving!



Day 3: what a diver suffers

Sorry to say: not our diving mistresses. But again: very nice dives. Most of the people are here for a week and have been diving with us for 3 days now, so the chatting starts. Yesterday, my ear was a bit slow equalizing and today it is a PAIN. Our first dive has a swim through in a tunnel, going STRAIGHT down, about 15 meters, very narrow, the size of Dr T's shoulders. Stupid me: I HAD to do it. Once in, you cannot get out. And my ear did not equalize. Tony, who went in front of me and the diving master after me, knew something was nit right, but what do you do? I tried ALL the tricks, my ear did not adjust. So, I went on down, down. It was very painful. One of the bravest and most stupid things I ever did in my life! Once out of the tunnel, facing up, my ear equalized. Such a relief!



During the surface interval, the dive master and Dr T poured Peroxide (really) in my ear. I stayed like that for ages...

Second dive was great, ear better but no swim throughs for me! Dr T always FIND things, small or big. I don't unless it swims into me, like the grouper yesterday.





We sail home: the harbor and behind the big umbrella our house...






Shower lunch and swimming pool. We have not been there yet and we think, let's go there for an hour, which turns out to be 5 hours. Dr T binds me to my mattress, saying: 'you are really tied to that mattress' all the time. I had no clue he meant really strapped until I wanted to get out, with that mattress on my back!

Dr T does not mind either...
 

Dr T prepares the food while I write to you and tomorrow, tomorrow is the big day: my Hubby's birthday.
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