We had a 6.30am start for diving and so wanted a good breakfast before. None of the many local restaurants seem to have taken advantage of this daily event and so we ended up eating cereal from 7-11 out of bowls fashioned from the bottom half of plastic water bottles.
The organisation was a little more efficient than usual and it wasn't long before we were being taxied to the pier further round the island, where we had to make our way precariously across 6 or 7 other boats to get to ours.
Our first dive was at Shark Island and though the sea wasn't churning quite so much, it was still a rough ride to get there. Despite managing to jump forwards into the water yesterday, I couldn't pluck up courage to perform the 'giant stride' and so climbed down the ladder into the sea like a numpty.
My ears were a lot better than yesterday and I really enjoyed the dive. Though it was a shame about last night's storm because it meant that the visibility was pretty bad. We did get to see a few pretty things though and it was cool going all the way down to 18m. And it turns out I'm kinda good at blowing water rings. They're like smoke rings but prettier and not as hazardous to your health.
For our second dive of the day we went to White Rock. The sea was still rough and the boat took the long way round the island to avoid the worst of it though we were all still feeling a bit quesy when we got there.
This time we had to sit on the edge and roll backwards off the boat. A combination of the shame I'd felt climbing the ladder and the fact that I find it easier not knowing what I'm falling into, meant that I found this a whole lot easier. I was quite excited about the descent after the ease of this morning but my stupid ears betrayed me. My ears hurt so badly after the first few metres that I found myself resurfacing completely. The choppiness of the sea really didn't help and I was soon being thrown about by the waves. A bit of help from Henry and I managed to descend eventually but I felt quite sorry for Gina and Florence because it didn't seem very long before Matt had used up all of his air and we had to start our ascent.
After a bit of a rest and some food, we met up to watch the DVD. Axell had done a great job and had edited out most of our silly mistakes. Unfortuately, this didn't include my climbing down the ladder and so I have been eternally captured as a wally and a wimp. Despite this, and the fact it was super-expensive, we conceded to buying a copy.
A couple of drinks later, we joined Claire and Henry at the island's trapeze school where we had a few more drinks and watched a showcase of new and experienced trapeze artists. I really fancied having a go and resolved to join one of the classes the following day.
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