Another day, another dive. That’s how things gonna roll. If we do only have a week or so left in the Caribbean before we sail home – we haven’t decided yet – we decided that in the meantime, we are going to dive. Every. Single. Day.
I write this exhausted. Diving is knackering. Definitely diving every day?
From the filling of bottles at 7am, to the prepping of equipment and getting ready to go down. The girls did school, homework, had a swim and watched a movie. We left them during the movie section.
Jack and I, and our boat neighbour, Pascal, did an 88-minute dive on one tank each. Though it doesn’t seem tiring when you’re doing it. You’re not exactly swimming fast.
Your body still changes I think. Every time I dive, it gets more comfortable. The pressure can be equalised in your ears and sinus cavities, but for me there is some narcotic effect!
Your eyes see differently through the mask. You listen to yourself breath like Darth Vader. There’s an overall squeeze, a slowing of response time, a change of physiology. It reminds me of something.. I cant help thinking it. Anyone do mushrooms? Me neither. It feels a little like that 🙃🙃.
It’s heightened too that the underwater is such a strange world. I mean rocks made out of colonial organisms called coral. And coral doesn’t even look like an animal. Mostly they just look like patterned rocks.
We ambled into the deeper part of the reef – to about 15 metres. Then we came back and hung out with the morays.
There are more and more eels now hanging out just under Quest. Is this a coincidence? Or have they homed in on this free food – like a moray giveaway? We think Jack is doing the equivalent of feeding the seagulls. It definitely makes him happy.
While Jack was feeding the eels and enticing them out of their holes, Pascal and I left him to it and had another scoot round the reef.
If you count the individual coral polyp animals while swimming over the reef, you’d quickly be into the millions. Billions. And sponges too – they’re the other main stationary feature of the reef. Sponges for me are even weirder than coral.
We once did a Zoology practical at Uni where we had to mush a piece of sponge up. Then we watched it organise itself back together. I’m not kidding you. The cells re-organised themselves back into their original sponge shape. Sponges are that weird. They are often neon or pastel coloured here- or the big, vase-looking ones which are poopy-coloured brown.
There are even people who study sponges professionally. They’re called spongiologists. I think you’d have to be pretty special to be a spongiologist. Though, if you dived everyday, you’d probably think of it as pretty normal. It’s definitely pretty. And you’d sleep well at night. Ahhh, yes. Sleep 💕. Since we’re back at it again tomorrow. Oh boy.