One woman's journey through the world
Diving in Gili T is pleasant. Diving Amed off Bali’s northeast coast is awesome. I’m going to keep the text to a minimum on this post and let the photos tell the story. I recently went for a weekend with three new friends met in Ubud, each of differing dive experience. Three of us did five dives over two days including one of the best night dives I’ve ever done.
Writing diving posts isn’t easy. I basically want to put up a bunch of pictures, knowing some of them aren’t very good but hoping that they’ll give you an idea of what the diving is like. There’s only so much I can write about my love of being underwater or why that is. While I’d love to provide some thoughtful remarks on the diving experiences I had, this blog is
Others have written about not returning to a place where they had a great time – a place where they fell in love with a country or a culture or they lucked into meeting amazing people who remained friends for years afterward. Some worry that returning will tarnish the experience because it’s never the same when you go back. So they leave it in their memories, a shiny joyous moment
Apo Island – not to be confused with Apo Reef – is one of those places some travelers think should be kept a secret. That if too many people know about it, too many tourists will come and ruin it. But like Mrauk-U in Myanmar, I think it deserves to be known and I honestly don’t think the hordes will descend upon it for more than the day trips easily
Dive Eat Sleep Repeat. That’s the accurate logo of Khao Lak SCUBA Adventures, the company with whom I booked a 4 night, 4 day liveaboard of diving in the Similan Islands off the coast of Thailand in the Andaman Sea. With 15 dives including one night dive and two sunset dives, the day really did go from sleeping to diving to eating and doing it all again. Exhausting but well
Floating peacefully above a tube sponge, I lift my legs above my head and drop my hands down, my fingers extending to the edge. Slowly, two cleaner shrimp scuttle up the inside of the tube, curious about what I am and whether they should give me a manicure. I’m hanging upside down, about 50 feet underwater. Jen is nearby, taking photos of a spiny lobster. I breathe slowly, enjoying my