After two weeks of scuba diving in, arguably, the best location on the planet for that activity, I have more pictures and notes than I can comprehend while suffering under the hazy cloud of The Dreaded Jet Lag.
It might have something to do with getting up early this past Saturday, then flying from the island of Palawan to Manila, spending all day waiting for our flight home, finally leaving Manila at 10:30 p.m., sitting in an aluminum tube stuffed like a bunch of sardines for almost 12 hours while watching the sun rise and then set, and finally landing in San Francisco…two hours BEFORE we left Manila.
You’re damn right my body does not know if it’s time for my morning Bloody Mary, my lunch-time beer, my dinner meal glass of wine, or my evening Scotch.
While I have not had time to review my own pictures, many of you have been asking to see something, so, thanks to my new, good friend and shipboard roommate, Ralph, here are a few scenes to prove I really did get down in the depths.
As soon as I can differentiate the time of day in my current time zone I’ll have some more pictures and unbelievable stories.
As a teaser, there was illegal fishing, underwater park rangers with automatic weapons, and, oh, did I mention, we almost killed the Russian.