Pulau Aur: 14/5 - 16/5
right now i still feel like my world's being pushed around by the waves. my vision keeps on shiting form left to right, in bumpy diagonals. my skin's hot, blazing hot, even with the fan aimed selfishly at me it still burns. and i still smell of the trip; i just showered and i still smell of sunblock and salt from the sea.
diving was so so good, better than i remember what it was. i cant trace where the appeal lies, theres so much to it that i find myself ironically breathless and excited whenver i try to pinpoint what makes it so special. the sights and sounds, the freedom underwater and the people ive met, places we swam to, rode to, walked to. there was one time, during the second dive, where we just passed this huge trigger fish that was attacking some coral. i pointed to shirley to look up because so many fishes of every colour imaginable were headed our way. so i floated perfectly still, or as still as you could in the water, even held my breath (eventhough we werent supposed to). and they all swam past us; we were caught in this parade of underwater shapes and colours. i looked at the fishes' bobbing mouths and their tiny mulitcoloured fins and laughed a huge bellowing kind of laugh, a laugh which immediatey turned into a couple of bubbles. i cannot remember the last time i felt so amused.
eventhough it was only two days (more like one and a half, we spent half the trip getting to the island) but it felt like i left this life and came back after such a long time. i had no worries, only anticipation, as we waited for each dive to come and go. it was so carefree, like i was drunk with the freedom i had. perhaps thats why i really love it right now, it cld be the biggest appeal, i dont know.
cheers.
diving was so so good, better than i remember what it was. i cant trace where the appeal lies, theres so much to it that i find myself ironically breathless and excited whenver i try to pinpoint what makes it so special. the sights and sounds, the freedom underwater and the people ive met, places we swam to, rode to, walked to. there was one time, during the second dive, where we just passed this huge trigger fish that was attacking some coral. i pointed to shirley to look up because so many fishes of every colour imaginable were headed our way. so i floated perfectly still, or as still as you could in the water, even held my breath (eventhough we werent supposed to). and they all swam past us; we were caught in this parade of underwater shapes and colours. i looked at the fishes' bobbing mouths and their tiny mulitcoloured fins and laughed a huge bellowing kind of laugh, a laugh which immediatey turned into a couple of bubbles. i cannot remember the last time i felt so amused.
eventhough it was only two days (more like one and a half, we spent half the trip getting to the island) but it felt like i left this life and came back after such a long time. i had no worries, only anticipation, as we waited for each dive to come and go. it was so carefree, like i was drunk with the freedom i had. perhaps thats why i really love it right now, it cld be the biggest appeal, i dont know.
cheers.