I have finally reached the point where diving is more fun than terrifying and where I am more relaxed and enjoying the underwater waddle than in constant readiness to spring into a panic. Diving IS relaxing but all the tubes flowing around me, the swishing sound of breathing bottled air, the thought of those vital tubes disconnecting or me running out of air or being left behind or last but not least the possibility of an underwater creatures dragging me down into their dark holes has kept my heart rate up until now.
Yesterday fancy and I completed our advanced open water dive course and in the process I got to love all the things I had anticipated with a bit of fearful dread: deep dives and night dives. Maybe nitrogen narcosis is real at 30m but in any case, I felt completely at ease maybe even a mild bit euphoric as we slowly make our way past colorful fishies gently hanging out sideways in the current and even the thought of encountering shark, in my book a dreaded event but somehow hailed by most divers as the ultimate goal of a dive, no longer freaked me out. And the evil suckers stayed away. Hallelujah.
I felt so fabulous about the whole thing that I singed up to do it five more times over the next week. Yes, we really did abandon the whole travel thing and decided to stay our last two weeks in one single place, vacationing. The idea of making it to the Andaman side of Thailand has been abandoned due to reports of bad weather but mostly due to our unwillingness to pack and shoulder our bags again. It's pretty perfect right here.
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