Two weeks ago Paul and I arrived back home after going on a cruise to the western Caribbean with my parents, brother, Nana, cousins and Aunt and Uncle. We stopped in Jamaica, Grand Cayman and Cozumel. Other then spending time with family, the most amazing thing we did was go scuba diving! This was something I’d dreamed of doing for a long time and was beyond what I expected. In Grand Cayman, they offered an uncertified beginner scuba diving excursion. Taught by a bleach blonde surfer dude from Manitoba (finally asked where he was from after a few ‘aboots’ and ‘oots’), we were first instructed on basic scuba techniques in a pool then went for a 35 foot dive in the Caribbean.
Below are some pictures from the dive. I wish I’d gotten more but completely freaked out when I saw my first zebra stripped fish and took about 7 pictures of it… none of which turned out since I was flailing around in the shallow water. The deeper we dived the more serene our surroundings became. Underwater, your perception of space becomes skewed. Everything seems father away yet larger. Blue reigns as the primary color and inflicts its tint upon all objects. Coral jutted out of the sea floor to tower above our heads. We dove into crevasses in between coral formations and were greeted by more fish then we could count. I was so focused on looking at the sea floor that I only noticed we were close to the beach again when I felt the warm sun on my back and my flipper broke the water’s surface. I want to go back…
Bubba, the first of our group to jump into the ocean (being aided by the Manitoban dive instructor).
Paul saying he’s ‘OK’. He was actually trying to signal that he’d just seen a Barracuda!
Paul on the left and Bub on the right.
Brain corral.
Lots of fish.
We saw a lot of these big blue fish.
That’s me!
Bubba is the one closest to me. We are about to dive down into the trench.
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