One woman's journey through the world
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
If you’ve so much as looked at the home page of this blog, you know that diving is a huge part of my travels. In the last two years there have been only two countries I’ve visited where diving was an option that I didn’t take advantage of and part of me still smarts at that. Especially Japan – next time I get there, I should really make it to
Malawi wasn’t my intended next destination after Mozambique so it wasn’t until I decided to head there one Monday morning that I started researching where to go and what to do. It took me two days of travel to reach the border and in between I stopped at a hostel with a shelf full of guide books but no working internet so I happily did my homework the old school
When I made the decision to travel in Africa, I let diving guide me to a starting point. Tanzania and Egypt are well-known for diving but the first had elections scheduled for late October and, given a history of unrest on either side of national elections, I didn’t want to walk into riots. Egypt, similarly, would require me to do some heavy research into where it was safe and where
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
“You’ll have one dive then you can enjoy the resort. It’s very nice. I go there with my family sometimes. There’s a pool where you can relax and if you want to do another dive, you can decide then. It’s a nice boat with newer gear than the other place. And the instructor speaks very good English. You will like it. The taxi will you pick up here tomorrow morning
Something frustrating happened during my first week in Maui that means (1) I don’t have as many photos as I’d like of my dives in Hawaii over the last two weeks and (2) I’ll have to go shopping before my next dives. My camera flooded. As best I can tell, it’s now completely useless. Fortunately, I got a number of shots before that happened and had the GoPro for a
Diving was what drew me to the Philippines and although I stayed as long as I did for many reasons, it remains the primary. It’s also a major reason I want to return. I didn’t make it to well-known Apo Reef or Tubataha, to the slightly-lesser-known sites of Mactan, Anda, Camiguin, and so many others. Nor did I give Coron or Puerto Galera the time they each deserve. I’ve posted
As so often happens, this blog is behind. I want to write posts about my week in Western Australia, two weeks in Tasmania, visits to Adelaide and Melbourne, and wine tasting everywhere possible. Plus I still have Philippines posts to finish and some going even further back into my time in Asia. And while I fully intend to get at least some of those posts done, it won’t be today.