It was only about a month ago I happened to be in Dolphin SCUBA Center in Sacramento when Michael Johnson approached me about an upcoming–as in about two weeks–dive trip to North Sulawesi.
He assured me that this was one of the top dive venues on the planet (Earth), which caught my attention.
And when Michael explained it was half way around the world, the look in my wife’s eyes could only mean one thing:
Frank would be gone for a couple of weeks, and that, for some reason, equates to a vacation–make that staycation–for her.
So with new passport in hand, off I went, as recently described, on a plane ride that took more time than it took the Apollo astronauts to get to the moon.
Once there,though, the setting was spectacular and the diving was even more so.
I will be describing in future posts more about this adventure, but anyone seeking a dive trip to arguably the epicenter of underwater biodiversity in the world and under moderate depths (less than 100 feet; mostly less than that) with little or no current, this is a trip worth saving for.
Eighteen of us, mostly from the greater Sacramento area joined our intrepid leaders, Janie and Allan, aboard the North Sulawesi Aggressor dive boat. The boat, the crew, the food, the scenery and the group of divers could not have been better.
Amazingly, given my continual onslaught of stupid questions:
“What animal is that?”
“How does that fish change color?”
“Is that really a frog fish?”
“Why is that fish hairier than me?” (Barely.)
“What octane is my Nitox?”
And despite my incessant snoring and a plethora of other annoying habits (phone call from wife: “Gee, Frank, any chance you can extend your trip?”) I was not fed to the sharks.
Maybe that was because there really aren’t sharks in that area (or so at least they assured me as they kept tying on raw meat onto my dive fins.
As to the mucking around, it happens to be a big draw for divers venturing to this area from all over the world.
I will explain more later, but in the case of the muck, for the size of objects–less is often more (which is what I keep telling my wife, anyway).
Sorry for no pictures the last two posts: the computer in Singapore did not seem to like my camera.
And thanks to my sister for her editing of my more than typical spelling and grammar errors.
(I really put them in just to give her something to do…certainly as a professional riter, I would not be making mistakes.)