“Open your mouth.”
Umm, my mouth?
“Just open your mouth, I’ve got something for you.”
It was an odd demand from a man I’d only met about an hour prior. Even odder is that we were currently drifting down the waters of a melted glacier between two continental plates.
I stared at the tiny gap between the fearsome edges of the limestone rock and the water of the lake.
The task was simple enough – lie prone in our kayaks and drift through the crevasse to the other side.
But, adding numb extremities, an icy breeze, a kayak paddle and a mild fear of enclosed spaces and the task became much more of a personal challenge.
It’s not really something you’d choose to experience when you’re about to go diving with bull sharks in Fiji, none smaller than the size of a car.
15 metres down and my ears felt like they were about to erupt and explode into thousands of pieces.
John leaned off the side of the boat, peering into the waters below, desperately trying to make out any outlines which would vaguely resemble a crashed plane.
We’d been drifting around an area about 1.5kilometres off Fiji’s Beachchomber Island in search of the wreck.
A World War 2 B26 Bomber had crashed in the area back in the day, believed to have killed all those on board.
OUR FIRST WRECK DIVE There’s something creepy about wrecks. I don’t know why I felt a shudder diving the Raiyawa – after all, it wasn’t like anyone had died down here. But wrecks are often perceived as being underwater memorials to the deceased. True, many wrecks around the […]
Another wave clambered over the front of the boat.
My eyes stung with the saltwater that now drenched my entire body.
I tried to peel strands of hair away from my face while my wet clothes clung to every curve of my figure.
No wet t-shirt contests here – I was most definitely in the drowned-then-electrified-rat category.
The initial scene seems barren, with dead coral lying on the sea floor.
It feels like an underwater desert.
The swim to our first dive site is hard to comprehend – there’s nothing much around. I know what this is from. Cyclone Winston. The deadly category 5 storm which pummeled parts of Fiji in February, taking lives, destroying homes, resorts and coral reefs as it manipulated its way through Fiji’s islands.
The Fiji Beachouse has somewhat of a cult following in Fiji.
This family-owned resort has a special kind of effect on visitors where there is no choice but to forget about life outside this secluded spot and be immersed in the beachouse lifestyle.
Those who’ve been there are attracted to the relaxed, eternal summer vibes and friendly faces and everyone leaves with some new contacts on their Facebook friends list.
MORAY EELS & INTACT FINGERS As the moray eel slithered out of its cave, I was quickly reminded of a recent documentary we’d watched about dangerous sea creatures. In the video, a scuba diver was hand-feeding a moray eel sausages. Suddenly, the eel grabbed the plastic bag of sausages with his teeth. […]