Sodwana Road

Way before alarm wake up time at 05:30 we were up and about drinking coffee and getting ready to scuba dive on ‘Anton’s Reef’ just 2 miles offshore and between 12 and 15 metres below. In perfect conditions 7 divers, Trent the Dive Master and Abrie our Skipper. A proper tattered ‘Rubber Duck Boytjie’ Tall, thin, blond/grey, sunburned to a lighter shade of biltong. Gaps in his dentures slightly narrower than the cracks in his heals🙄… All of late 50’s and I’m not sure all the fumes were from the Outboard motors😳

Non the less, a great launch through the incoming surf and out to Anton’s. Both of us a little rusty on the Diving drills and protocols but pretty much like riding a bike. It was really an unreal reminder of wearing a proper mask for a change! Getting back into the water and diving again after about 15 years or so was challenging. Taken back to the days of slithering in and out of a wetsuit, and on and off the duck.

My left leg fitted perfectly into the ‘Long John’ although the calf’s were always a snug fit😜 I just so battled several times to get my right leg in, eventually I realised it was not going to get into the arm-sleeve 😬 I have to admit to looking around to see who was watching… no one!

The rest of the dive was beautiful, schools of reef fish everywhere, turtles, rays and coral. Some shoals of game fish also passed by and no large critters! One hour later back onto the duck and back at the camp by 10:30.

Karen cooked up a ‘Smash Burger’ of note for lunch and that, with a couple of Windhoek Draughts along with a buildup of some carbon in the blood, should get us to bed very snappily tonight!

Hang-on…. Oh wait we have to go back to Coral Divers to pick up some signal to post our last, most recent chat.

In the meantime right here in Coral Divers resort we have hooked up with Jarrod Smal and knocked back a few and have attacked a pizza each.

Good night and….
Love, Peace and Light,
M&PLeia mais