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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 2: Phuket

      Posted at 11:57 am by Gelene Celis, on September 26, 2020

      Here is Part 1: Hong Kong

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      I reached out to a colleague in hopes that I could find a place to go that wasn’t back home to Toronto. Before my trip, he talked about one of his friends who was teaching somewhere in mainland China and had gotten stuck in Asia. Apparently, that friend was trying to fly home, but he kept getting stalled at different places. So, I messaged my colleague about him, asked where he ended up going before flying home. “Thailand,” he replied, then wished me goodluck.

      I immediately looked it up.
      “Thailand?!? OMG I can get in the water right away! I am gonna dive.my.fricking.ass.off. Yesssss.” I thought.
      I had to take into account my papers for entry on top of the whole quarantining-people-from-Hong-Kong thing. After hours of online research and phone calls with real people mixed with confusing auto voice recordings that sounded like they had just hit puberty, I managed to book a flight for the next day.
      I opted for one of the finest beach destinations in Thailand – the island of Phuket.

      I looked up several spots and decided on Kata Beach. I read and heard that it was one of the more quiet places compared to the very popular Pa Tong, which – albeit gorgeous – was way too busy for me. I wasn’t really looking to party all that much. The two things I’m after when traveling are diving and arts & culture things. Besides those, I didn’t really have much else in mind.

      I booked a private room at a hostel, with a laid back vibe and was super clean with friendly staff. It was awesome.

      “Get in the water! Get in the water! Get in the water!” yelled the voices inside my head.
      I looked for a dive shop right away. I went with one across the block. It’s been so long since I went diving so I needed a refresher. They had two options: I either do the refresher on a boat (+ 2 ocean dives) or do it in a pool (+ 2 beach dives).
      I opted for the former since it seemed like a better deal. Oh boy, was I wrong.

      It sucked.

      There was just too much going on for just one divemaster to handle in a group within a bustling environment in the middle of the ocean. From being on a busy boat (with a number of other divers/divemasters and boat staff prepping and moving on about) to resolving in having to skim through the material too quickly due to extraneous responsibilities including coaching a couple who were taking a part of their Open Water Course with us. It made both delivering and reabsorbing all the info very challenging.

      What made it trickier was that I got all this gear that I didn’t get a chance to test prior. I can only plan dives with the dive watch that activates once you’re 4 ft under. Up until now, I’m still figuring out how to find the dive time on the logs. Based on the manuals and my research, I don’t think there is one. I really want to be wrong about this though (I got a Cressi Leonardo: if you think you may have helpful input, I’d appreciate it if you comment or contact me).
      For a camera: I was going to get a GoPro, but its housing is only good for about 20 meters (60-ish ft.) so I got another one with a housing that’s supposed to be OK up to 40 metres (130-ish ft.)… haha. More on that on Part 3 (hint: at about 25m [85ft.] Mother Nature went, “Hold my beer” and succeeded)
      So there I was, diving a little weird, in shitty underwater visibility with all this equipment I was testing while doing so (they all worked and I was quite amused) with an unexpected current we had to swim against.

      I actually managed to do all the dives pretty decently… but I wasn’t happy with how I rolled so I booked myself another refresher at the pool.

      refresherBoat.01
      firstDive.06
      firstDive.04
      firstDive.05
      firstDive.07
      Looking down on these waters feels similar to looking up at the sky except you get to go into it
      Looking down on these waters feels similar to looking up at the sky except you get to go into it

      Note that I’m an Advanced Diver with 70+ dives (although 50+ are *poof* since I lost my logbook – this is a small number in comparison to many people I’ve met but still quite a number for folk who are just starting and/or have never gone diving), and I have gone diving in underground caves (more difficult than ocean diving) – but:
      1. My buoyancy still needs work. I tend to fluctuate around 1 ft (a little over when it gets to shallow waters) which is not bad for ocean diving but for specialized instances like cave dives or weird rock/coral formations, which you have to maneuver through and around, it can get tricky. Overall, it’s not bad but it can be better.
      2. I needed proper coaching with jumping off a boat. I fucked it up royally, before, by jumping the wrong way. Equipment can get damaged or lost, plus it can be painful with stuff hitting your body.
      3. Freakouts can still happen – understandably so. We’re, by biological default, not made to reside underwater. It didn’t happen to me during this trip but it did on beginners and a couple of Advanced Divers I went with. It could happen to anyone.

      It was still kinda cool though ’cause we went diving in a spot with a purposely sunken ship plus crates for marine life preservation.

      I took a day off from diving before the second (pool) refresher. I decided to check out Phuket Town. I went to Trickeye Museum, which I loved (counter-culture and 2D/3D illusionary brilliance) and checked out a couple of temples.

      Songthaews!
      Songthaews!
      Songthaews driver. I rode shotgun
      Songthaews driver. I rode shotgun
      I wanted to climb but I got told off
      I wanted to climb but I got told off
      Just needs a cushion and you're good to go
      Just needs a cushion and you’re good to go
      Super cool
      Super cool
      Loved it
      Loved it
      I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and when I left, someone told me that it's offensive to go to a temple with women's shoulders showing... Sorry yo
      I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and when I left, someone told me that it’s offensive to go to a temple with women’s shoulders showing… Sorry yo
      Place of worship
      Place of worship
      trickEye.01
      trickEye.02
      Quite morbid but they're already counter-culturing so I guess this isn't really much of a shock
      Quite morbid but they’re already counter-culturing so I guess this isn’t really much of a shock
      Super cool
      Super cool
      trickEye.05
      Fun!
      Fun!
      trickEye.07
      So creative
      So creative
      trickEye.09
      trickEye.10
      trickEye.11
      Awesome
      Awesome
      I love Klimt and I loved this
      I love Klimt and I loved this
      Clever
      Clever

      I met a bunch of new people when I got back to the hostel.
      I brought a bottle of wine, a quarter cheesecake, and some local Thai chips to share.
      Yeah, that got people chatting. #foodIsLife
      – I met several students originally from Europe (Germany, Netherlands, Denmark, France, Russia) who were studying all over Asia (some in Bangkok, some in Hong Kong, some in mainland China). Some of them planned a vacation here, but got stuck and were all, “OK, I guess my vacation is extended then.” Others never meant to be there, and were actually trying to return to their homeland but, you guessed it: got stuck there and were all, “This kinda sucks, but I might as well chill. Whatevs.”
      – I met several expats too. Some were working in Hong Kong, Japan, Indonesia, on vacation. None of these folks were stuck there from my recollection.
      – I met this woman who’s originally from mainland China but lives in San Francisco and works in tech. Though she didn’t go to China during this trip, she was turned away from a connecting flight to San Fran due to her Chinese passport (this was happening a lot: Chinese passports equals denied entry even if they haven’t even been to China recently)
      – I met a lot of English teachers who were fresh off university in North America (a trending thing… even when I was in college a couple of my friends did this, mostly Korea-bound). One of them was from Mississauga, not far from my own adapted home (Toronto, Canada). We chatted about what we do/did for a living, which school we attended, and such.
      This British dude (who worked in CRM things out in the UK) and I were telling him, “Yeah, just chill out before the grind begins.”
      “It never ends. It’s not a matter of beginning. It never ends,” added the Brit. He then went on about diving as he was in the midst of the Open Water course.
      “What got you into it?” I asked.
      “Mostly curiosity and I’m really keen on finding Nemo.” (Don’t grow up, kids)

      I didn’t take photos around the area nor the people, unfortunately. I was very dive-centric off the bat.

      I loved the divemaster that trained me in the pool. Some Eastern European man who didn’t hesitate to (nicely but firmly without being patronizing) call me out on areas of improvement.
      My buoyancy improved, my air intake improved, I remembered everything I need to know about the gear (which to connect, where what goes, went through a couple of different setup BCD’s etc.) and he even taught me how to pack up neatly afterwards.
      Amazing. I can’t say enough good things.
      To the divemaster, if you’re reading this, I’ve said it in person and I’ll say it again: you’re awesome. Thank you. 🙏🏽

      When we collaborate, it tends to take a while to establish a good, functional rapport.
      Even with personal relationships, it can be like that. Conflict isn’t necessarily always bad when you’re aiming for the same thing and/or you’re sincerely trying to understand each other. The chemistry can just get all funky because you’re introducing unfamiliar elements (connected external factors, subjective perspectives, personality traits, etc) to one another.
      A friend once said that up until we can run through walls or fly like an eagle or sing like Seal, then there’s always going to be room for self-expansion. We’re all learning and growing in Life regardless of age, creed, gender, ethnicity, etc.
      It’s pretty unreal when you come across people that you instantly click with (world population: 7.8 billion – the chances of this happening is, one could argue, a miracle)
      “Don’t forget to look around when you’re underwater. Don’t just look down! You’re there to explore! What’s the matter? You don’t like me?!?”
      “Eh,” I replied with a so-so hand gesture.
      He smiled, “Keep practicing your buoyancy and fix the way you bite your regulator. Do it like this.” (he demos it)
      No miscommunications. No misconstrusions. No bullshit.
      It was amazing. I loved it.

      I finally managed to learn how to jump off properly! 😊

      As I got out of the pool, that’s when I realized that even when we’re on vacation: we work. Everything in life takes work. We have to deal with people even as a client or customer. We have to have our papers in order, we have a schedule, etc (even if we’re backpacking: we have to make the flights we book). We have a responsibility to fulfill in those transactions(s), besides paying up. As a client, we hold accountability too. Contracts, much like professional or personal relationships, go both ways unless like in some cases, our part is to do nothing. In the case of the latter: try to chill. Why use force when we’re at liberty to conserve our energy for better things that may require it later on?

      But don’t wait too long. That’s why I needed a second refresher here: I haven’t gone diving in over 5 years. Ok, apart from a quick refresher in Mexico last year… but I was thoroughly disappointed with visibility that I didn’t even bother continuing. Apparently, I just came at the wrong time. The Yucatan Cenotes are all around amazing but beach dives are supposedly great during November for the Sea of Cortez. I was there during May as I wanted to check out Cinco de Mayo. I still wanna check out Dia de Muertos, which would’ve been perfect as it’s in November but Coronavirus is having a field day over there so that’s not happening this year.

      I had lost my logbook from a long time ago like I mentioned, so I was essentially starting from zero (0). #fail. But I downloaded a couple apps that were super helpful:

      1. Dive Plus – I didn’t use the full scope of this app. I was mostly just using it to color correct underwater shots and videos but you can log your dives and such. I don’t find the UX (User Experience) very intuitive for the latter but it’s great for color correction.

      Dive+

      2. Dive Log Pro – It’s kinda funny when you go to a shop and you show your smudged logbook and they ask you, “So where have you gone diving? With who? What’s the dive time? Duration? Depth?”
      And you’re like, “I don’t know. I’m sure the details are there somewhere. Sorry yo, turns out the ocean is wet.”
      Being a digital native, I kept wanting to back my stuff up. I was very (and still am), 😱 “Fuck paper!” when I started using these. Plus, to me, divelogs are just another thing I have to pack up and worry about. Having said that, I’m sure some people do better with paper because… we’re all different. I personally hate it but if that’s your thing and you function better that way, then you should stick to it.
      If, however, you’re looking to switch: I hope this helps.
      Anyway, this app is super awesome. The UX is straightforward and the UI is clean. You can back up with an excel file or pdf. If you’ve got the same instructor and/or dive shop for several dives, you can just use the signature (touch screen, saved as images) and stamp from the initial dive. You can log marine life spotted: lionfish, eel, mermaid etc.

      Dive Log Pro List
      Dive Log Pro List
      Dive Log Pro PDF
      Dive Log Pro PDF
      I think I saw Ariel's sister
      I think I saw Ariel’s sister

      I’m PADI certified myself but I got a taste of the SDI curriculum during this trip (these are the different certifications for divers, by the way, for you non-divers who are reading this). From what I gather, it’s a bit like Mac (SDI) vs PC (PADI).
      You can find a good chunk of SDI material digitally. Also, it’s so much more simplified and clean (layout-wise with their material. This is important: when people read things, we have to keep in mind the line of sight and where our eyes are going as it affects how we process the information. It’s a design thing.*If you’re interested look up “Art vs Design”)

      If I knew then what I know now, I would probably go for SDI. The licensing is interchangeable though so you’re good to go either way. I met someone who did his Open Water with PADI then onto SDI for the Advanced course. He had no issues with it. Also, you can take bits of it now separately from what I gather. I met a couple who did their reading online, did a dive in Bali, and during my refresher they were doing their second dive in Phuket. Great deal if you’re a backpacker and/or hopping around.

      After I was finally good with how I rolled, I booked a weekend, overnight liveaboard headed for Similan Islands and Koh Bon as recommended. I was initially just gonna go for a day trip, but it was going to be about half a day’s worth of traveling to the dive spots (van/bus ride + ferry to the liveaboard + several more hours to the spots) – not leaving much time in the day to dive.

      Overnight liveaboard it is.

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      Part 3a: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 1, coming soon.

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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 3a: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 1

      Posted at 11:49 pm by Gelene Celis, on September 25, 2020

      Part 1: Hong Kong

      Part 2: Phuket

      ===================================

      I’ve never been on a liveaboard before this trip. Liveaboards can be expensive but this one was fairly affordable for average working-class folk such as myself since it was only overnight so I went for it. It was a good deal: 7 dives including 1 optional night dive, all in (food, drinks, lodging, all diving equipment).
      We didn’t get off for beaches or anything. It was purely diving.

      This was headed for Similan Islands and Koh Bon.

      Liveaboard
      “A boat used for recreational diving expeditions or cruises where the divers live on the boat for the duration of the cruise and use it as a diving support vessel.”
      – Wikipedia

      Dining/Dry area

      ===================================

      I had to wake up at 4am to catch my ride. A van picked me up from the dive shop I got the package from. “Make sure you get in the van that has your name on it with the driver who’s wearing our uniform.” warned the owner. He was sincerely concerned about my safety.

      I mostly felt safe but, besides the liveaboard, I slept with mace tucked underneath my pillow for each and every night. Thailand is a developing country. Crime rates are higher. I was alone. I was a tourist. I’m a woman.
      The Philippines, where I was originally headed for and where I’m from, would’ve actually been worse on that account.
      Either way, I think everyone should take care regardless of where we are.

      I got in the van with no issues except I had lost my earphones. I had about half a day’s worth of traveling with no music. The views were beautiful but it would’ve been better with a soundtrack.

      toTheLiveaboard.01
      chatted with this dude about diving. we parted ways though 'cause there were two ships and he was at the other one
      chatted with this dude about diving. we parted ways though ’cause there were two ships and he was at the other one
      toTheLiveaboard.03

      We were briefed upon arrival. It was a 4-dive day: 3 dives during the day and an optional night dive.

      We grouped with our divemaster along with our dive mates right away.
      Those guys were chill, chill, chill 👌.
      One was originally from Portugal, the other dude from the Netherlands (was an expat in Africa), the girl whose fake lashes did not wear off the entire frickin’ time, even while diving on saltwater (I was impressed. You gotta give me that beautician’s number, girl) is a Mexican from the US who was an expat in Hong Kong.

      Thanks again for the good times! 😊

      Upon getting acquainted, we were briefed about our gear. They advised to put it in the pockets of our BCD’s first (it’s that vest thing which is a buoyancy device that holds the air tank, hooked to the regulator) descend, get comfortable down there, stabilize our buoyancy and then set it up. Apparently, they’ve had people jump in the water and lose their stuff and/or it gets hooked on the buoy or some other string, which is not fun.

      One of our mates doing a perfect jump

      There was a group with a pretty hardcore professional camera setup (more on that later). As for me: I simply used a wrist band with the camera housing (that thing on my wrist, on the photo below, right beside my super big divewatch). I put it in my BCD pocket, jumped in, got comfy, took it out, and set it up as suggested.
      It’s good advice and it eventually became a habit with the next dives.

      Things were smooth, relaxed, you know… just chillin’ and I kept swimming 🎵 kept swimming 🎵 🐟

      I think I was trying to beat him in taking a photo but I lost. Hence, this. Tada.

      Some of these photos were taken by the divemaster. Some were taken by myself.
      The ones I took were taken with Akaso V50 with underwater housing.
      It worked pretty well on most occasions though it failed me a couple times.

      One was during this trip and the other one was when I was diving from Koh Lanta (more on the latter in Part 5).

      My camera was supposed to be good until 40 metres/130ft deep.
      I was very, “I wonder what will happen… meh. I don’t think I’ll go over 40 metres so I probably won’t find out.”
      In one of the dives, I looked at my divewatch and it indicated that we were at 26 metres/85 ft (about 8 storeys, apparently). I wanted to take a photo of something. I left my camera on idle mode so I can just press a button and wake it up.
      Right.
      I pressed all kinds of buttons and it would just flash a light on the viewer and nothing else. “Wtf? Didn’t I just charge this? Maybe the cable was loose. But I remember seeing a full battery on the indicator before I jumped. Weird.” 🤔
      Later on, when we were a bit shallower, there were some things I wanted to take photos of again. By this time I thought my camera was either out of juice or kaput but I checked it out anyway. “Let’s try this again.” I thought, as I pressed the button.
      Lo and behold, it turned on “Wtf? So weird.”

      It wasn’t until when we got back on the ship that it occurred to me that the pressure threshold thing probably kicked in. I was pretty dumbfounded. You hear stories and watch videos of gear & equipment malfunctioning under unusual natural conditions and it’s pretty woah-dude-thats-so-cray-cray but then you get a taste of it and it’s like… Damn.

      I mean, on the outside, it’s a pretty minor instance: your puny little camera didn’t work because of the pressure underwater. On a conceptual note though, I personally found it to be pretty amazing: to witness and experience firsthand the potential incongruities of the interaction between human, technology, and nature… The idea of it alone is overwhelming to me but to have my own body and consciousness be a part of it… Beautiful. It was one of those moments when I felt so lucky and so thankful to be alive ❤️

      Succinctly: it was kinda annoying to not have been able to take a snap of whatever but the occurrence in itself was pretty awesome sauce.

      Anyway, there’s captions on some of the photos I managed to take when Mother Nature cooperated. Just hover over it. Some are about the fish, some are from my imagination, some are mini-stories, some are a mix of both.
      I hope you have moments too, babe 😘

      Random Fish

      looks like a snake but it's not
      looks like a snake but it’s not
      I think these guys were supporting roles in Finding Nemo?
      I think these guys were supporting roles in Finding Nemo?
      fish.01
      "Ugh! Why is everyone budging around this tight space when we have the whole fricking ocean?!?"
      “Ugh! Why is everyone budging around this tight space when we have the whole fricking ocean?!?”
      Aaaahhh it's smells like shit in here! Let's get ooouuuuttt!!!"
      Aaaahhh it’s smells like shit in here! Let’s get ooouuuuttt!!!”
      Fish eating
      Fish eating
      I wonder what they're fussing about?
      I wonder what they’re fussing about?
      fish.08
      Traffic or Mosh pit. I wonder who's playing?
      Traffic or Mosh pit. I wonder who’s playing?
      Sometimes you see little pockets in the corals and there's cute looking fish and you try to sneak in and take a photo before you scare them away
      Sometimes you see little pockets in the corals and there’s cute looking fish and you try to sneak in and take a photo before you scare them away
      "Thanks for the leftovers!"
      “Thanks for the leftovers!”
      fish.12
      "I think there's some food here" -What? I don't see anything. "Over here, moron."
      “I think there’s some food here” -What? I don’t see anything. “Over here, moron.”
      "Dude where's the rest of our group? Dudes?"
      “Dude where’s the rest of our group? Dudes?”

      One of us had issues on one of our dives so the divemaster and another diver ascended about 10-15 minutes into the dive, leaving me and my diving buddy unsure of what had happened. When you lose your group, you need to do a 360-degree look around, carefully, as many times as you can, for about a minute. If it’s still no dice, then you ascend. I kept signaling my buddy to go up after a minute. He kept signaling to stay there. I kept signaling to go up. He kept signaling to stay there. I kept signaling to go up… lol.
      This went on for about another 15 minutes. I was wondering why he insisted but then he finally agreed to it once we paired up with a Chinese couple who had a buoy. Ding! We didn’t have a buoy. It’s the thing you unroll that inflates air and floats before you get to the surface. You need it to signal other divers and, more importantly, boats that there are divers underneath who are about to ascend like “don’t run your engine over us when we go up. We would prefer not to be incinerated. Thanks.”

      Finally, we got to the surface.
      “If it were any day or any time that could’ve easily been me” my buddy said, referring to the dive mate who had issues that lead us to have to ascend. “Today, I’m okay but tomorrow if I was having a bad day…”.
      “I’m just annoyed that we have to wait here in the middle of the ocean.” I replied
      (pause)
      “Yeah.”

      We were pretty far from the ship. We tried swimming but no dice. The current just kept pushing us back. My buddy, the Chinese couple and I tried yelling, waving, and we even used our whistles to try and see if there was anyone else close by and/or for our ship to spot us. Nope.

      A few moments later, we finally found our other dive mate and divemaster.
      “Why didn’t you ascend?” asked the divemaster.
      “We were waiting for you.”
      “No. If you lose your group, you do a 360, wait one minute and then ascend. That’s what you always do.” he yelled.

      We essentially ended up waiting for about an hour in the ocean. I probably swallowed about a litre or more of saltwater thanks to my BCD leak. It was minor and didn’t really make a difference underwater, but I was pretty happy about the people I was stranded with. Our situation sucked but we had a great time nonetheless.
      Don’t get me wrong: we were all bitching about it while we looked around for options (“Think we can swim to that shore?” -Nah) and we told jokes, (“Oh it’ll be like that movie, ‘Open Water’ -What’s that? “It’s about this couple of divers who were left in the middle of the ocean and eventually got eaten by sharks.” -Oh, yeah. Good movie. It won awards) but then someone was like, “This’ll be a story to tell.”
      True. True. I mean, here I am sharing it and here you are reading about it, right? 🙂

      We tried talking to the Chinese couple but they didn’t speak English at all. We didn’t realize it up until one of our mates spoke to them in Mandarin. She legit just whipped it out at one point with no accents that I’m aware of. It was pretty bad-ass. I was so impressed like “哇,伙计!” That’s when my dive buddy and I realized why they were just smiling and nodding at us when we tried talking to them. I actually had several instances of those; I would talk to people and ask them questions in English then they would give me a blank face for about a second, smile, nod, and leave. There was nothing too important that came out from the miscommunications on these accounts which is why I loved it when it happened. I have good laughs out of it.

      Anyway, we were pretty relieved when the lifeboat came. It was one of those orange inflatable ones with a motor at the back. But then I found myself in another small pickle; as it turns out, getting on the boat using your fins to propel you up while lifting yourself to get in was not exactly a piece of cake… or maybe it is if you can do several push-ups with no problems but that’s not me. It was funny though because we all had a hard time. Jokes.

      Corals, Divers, Octopus, Starfish, Lionfish, Tuna, Blowfish, and a camouflaged Fish

      It was super cool but also pretty gross
      It was super cool but also pretty gross
      Looks like a brain
      Looks like a brain
      "Here's some flowers for you, darling."
      “Here’s some flowers for you, darling.”
      Looks like a fan
      Looks like a fan
      She's such a graceful swimmer. She was probably a mermaid in one of her past lives or something.
      She’s such a graceful swimmer. She was probably a mermaid in one of her past lives or something.
      Looks really aquarium-y
      Looks really aquarium-y
      Tuna! These guys were actually pretty big (like maybe about a metre/3-4ish ft)but they were far away.
      Tuna! These guys were actually pretty big (like maybe about a metre/3-4ish ft)but they were far away.
      Blowfish that wasn't pissed off... was tempted... hehehe. Beats special effects, yeah?
      Blowfish that wasn’t pissed off… was tempted… hehehe. Beats special effects, yeah?
      Camouflaging: I forget what it's called but yeah there's a fish there
      Camouflaging: I forget what it’s called but yeah there’s a fish there
      Gelene and dive mate
      Gelene and dive mate
      Lionfish... they kinda look like royalty coming out of the corals, yeah?
      Lionfish… they kinda look like royalty coming out of the corals, yeah?
      Lionfish
      Lionfish
      not Gelene. dive mate... hair is for losers
      not Gelene. dive mate… hair is for losers
      also not Gelene. dive mate #hairIsForLosers
      also not Gelene. dive mate #hairIsForLosers
      I have this obsession with dead trees and branches. I don't think this one's dead though
      I have this obsession with dead trees and branches. I don’t think this one’s dead though
      "Hold up! Nobody touch this coral!"
      “Hold up! Nobody touch this coral!”

      Finally, we got back to our ship. We took off our gear, rested up, had dinner, etc. There was an optional night dive, which I was most definitely signed up for. I was excited but also nervous. It was my first night dive. When we had our briefing, one thing that was said stood out to me:
      “When we get down there, we’ll find a clear spot and turn off our flashlights…”
      “Wait. What? Why are we turning off our flashlights?” I interrupted.
      Imagine being in the middle of the ocean at night with no lights… imagine being underwater in the middle of the ocean at night with no lights.
      “So you can see plankton. They glow in the dark. Your eyes will adjust. Don’t worry.” he replied.
      “Uh, okay.” …
      I brought my camera. I didn’t think it would be useful (I was right), but just in case.

      The dude with the hardcore pro camera joined us. His light was phenomenal. I didn’t get a chance to take photos, unfortunately. My camera wasn’t pro-grade or anything so the settings didn’t fare well in the dark, regardless of my adjustments. We had mini flashlights that served us well enough but the pro gear setup was pretty damnson on the lighting. We could spot him from afar: I’d say close to 20 metres/60ish ft or more, we’d still know it was him. He was able to take great videos and shots of marine life (you’ll see him a bit in the video of the Manta Ray on Part 3b).

      When we got to the clearing, we turned off our lights… and it was awesome! We had to keep moving around and wave our arms because they glow when in motion.

      Here’s a photo I found online that illustrates what we saw pretty well:

      Kidding.

      I love Batman though. But, no, seriously, here’s a great simulation:

      image courtesy of “Magical Daydream” blog

      You know those videos you see on social media where people step on or play with water and purple things glow (if not, then you probably have a life unlike the rest of us)? It looked like little stars that glowed around us. It was pretty magical 💖😊
      We got back to our ship, had dinner, and chilled out on the upper deck. Here’s video from during the day…

      … and some photos taken from that night. We were in the middle of the ocean. It was super quiet. There was nothing but the wind, the stars in the sky, the sound of the gentle ocean waves, mildly rocking the ship. Lying down on one of the sunbeds, I felt like I was in a snow globe being gently rocked like a baby in a crib… not that I would actually know what that feels like but it inspired me to write a poem because it was fucking poetry.

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      I roomed with our female dive mate in one of the cabins. It was basic but surprisingly comfortable. I initially still had a little bit of trouble sleeping. Things were going bump in the night ’cause we’re on a ship and it’s not the sturdy and luxurious Titanic or anything but I fell asleep eventually.

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      Check out Part 3b: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 2 soon

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