Ok class, who wants to be dependent on a solid weighted tank for oxygen while excessive atmospheric pressure exerts itself on your body mass underwater until your air runs out (read: low)?
*jumps up and down* “OOH! OOH!! Pick me, pick ME!”
I am a diving peanut! As truly amusing as that image may be it is true. I have come to the conclusion after two days of submerging my small form underwater for extended periods of time assisted by a compressed air cylinder, uncomfortable mask/snorkel apparatus, regulators of various varieties and a brilliant little vest contraption aptly termed a "buoyancy control device", were I offered the opportunity I would happily exchange my (quite large in fact! - "all the better for yelling at you with, my dear") lungs for gills and take up residence *to the tune of* under the sea. *dances around to the crab from The Little Mermaid singing merrily*
Since I was small my favourite dreams were those in which I was a) flying or b) breathing underwater. I have yet to jump off a high surface and have the result be anything but broken bones, sprained limbs/joints/muscles or brilliantly multicoloured bruises BUT I have now found (thanks to the influence of a situation -and person- far too convoluted and confusing -and adorably aggravating- to recount here but to whom I will be forever grateful) that there is a way to enable my second dream to come true. It is as marvellous as expected.
I must halt my auspicious account of the singular delights of scuba diving to insert a bit of product placement. DIVE 2000 are fantastic. The instructors have been excellent (and emphatically amusing), whilst the book was arduous and written for large inhabitants of a country I proudly hold a passport for who posses minds smaller then a serve of "kiddy fries" at McDonalds the DVD skimmed through it easily enough with some 1980's-era, Bahama-
dwelling "hunky" (I use the vernacular of the age!) male inhabitants to keep your eyes occupied while your brain absorbed No Decompression Limit tables unconsciously.
Next weekend will see further accounts of the unlimited enjoyment of being underwater and I'll include some photos of the multitudes of fish I intend to romance in hopes of being adopted into their number Jungle-book style.
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In other news I recently completed the first semester of a qualification in Travel & Tourism. With honours. We celebrated the commencement in true "Travel & Tourism" fashion - on a coffee and cake cruise operated by Captain Cook (a company I now qualify for heavily discounted escapades with) Cruises on an afternoon in Sydney Harbour.
The day was dingy and subfusc but somehow my camera managed to capture the best of a blustery situation - I believe it sees things through the rose coloured eyes of a tourist. My little Circumnavigating Coolpix.
We bobbed through "seas" of what I termed "slight" and others grieved "severely sea-sickness inducing" swells (of MAYBE a meter and a half) for the majority of the afternoon. Several classmates spent the voyage with faces firmly planted in heads (of the nautical variety) whilst I spent it simulating a shutterbug. Taking peculiar photos with inanimate objects (i.e. photos eating a ferry in the distance) and "We're On A Boat!" gangster shots with friends. All in all it was a lovely afternoon.
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