When I was 19 I fell in love. I fell hard.
I met DumaBoy at a club when I was in University. He was 29 to my 19. Our relationship is another story entirely but important to this story is that I thought he was the coolest, most intelligent person ever, and he had just returned from being a scuba diving guide in Honduras.
I wanted so badly to impress DumaBoy. He was just so damn experienced and had the most amazing life experiences. So when I was going to Bali with my family and Duma mentioned how it was one of the most amazing places to dive - I was sold. I was going to go scuba diving in Bali and wow this man. He was going to see how adventurous I was and want to be with me for the rest of his life! We could travel around the world scuba diving and drinking umbrella drinks!
Fast forward to Bali.
It may or may not have been a good thing that I didnt realize how dangerous diving actually is. Dragging my sister with me we found a diving company and made our way to the beach.
Perhaps we should have been leery of the fact that it looked more like a bar on the beach than a business. Or by all the chickens running around. Or the fact that the boys who were taking us diving were smoking by oxygen tanks. But all that didnt matter I was going to dive and impress DumaBoy!
Now, as a bonus the Balinese boys (who I think were about 17) were very cute I think they also thought us cute as they checked us out in our wetsuits. There was a bit of a language barrier as in neither of us could understand the other but we learned some simple hand signals and jumped in the boat. The boat was an outrigger with a motor run by an 80-year old man with no shirt who spent a lot of time burping.
We made our way out in the ocean and I realized I was getting more and more seasick. Oh god I needed to get off that boat and into the water. Then it would all be okay.
Getting into the water with my dive boy we descended and it was beautiful! Fish swam around my fingers and it was a wonderland of colours silver and reds and blues. Truly amazing!
Until oh god Im going to throw up! Oh god what happens if you throw up in a scuba mask!
I frantically motioned to my dive boy who took me up to the surface. I just held on until I got to the top and then lost it. Yep. I lost my breakfast in the water all around me and the boy. If youve ever been motion sick you know you just dont get sick and feel better. So while I retched my poor dive boy held onto the back of my tank and swam me back to the boat.
Where my sister was waiting throwing up over the side of the outrigger while her dive boy rubbed her back and the old man laughed and burped.
I have never been so happy to be on solid land in my life.
Was DumaBoy impressed? Well no but I did learn what dive guides call what I did:
feeding the fishes
I met DumaBoy at a club when I was in University. He was 29 to my 19. Our relationship is another story entirely but important to this story is that I thought he was the coolest, most intelligent person ever, and he had just returned from being a scuba diving guide in Honduras.
I wanted so badly to impress DumaBoy. He was just so damn experienced and had the most amazing life experiences. So when I was going to Bali with my family and Duma mentioned how it was one of the most amazing places to dive - I was sold. I was going to go scuba diving in Bali and wow this man. He was going to see how adventurous I was and want to be with me for the rest of his life! We could travel around the world scuba diving and drinking umbrella drinks!
Fast forward to Bali.
It may or may not have been a good thing that I didnt realize how dangerous diving actually is. Dragging my sister with me we found a diving company and made our way to the beach.
Perhaps we should have been leery of the fact that it looked more like a bar on the beach than a business. Or by all the chickens running around. Or the fact that the boys who were taking us diving were smoking by oxygen tanks. But all that didnt matter I was going to dive and impress DumaBoy!
Now, as a bonus the Balinese boys (who I think were about 17) were very cute I think they also thought us cute as they checked us out in our wetsuits. There was a bit of a language barrier as in neither of us could understand the other but we learned some simple hand signals and jumped in the boat. The boat was an outrigger with a motor run by an 80-year old man with no shirt who spent a lot of time burping.
We made our way out in the ocean and I realized I was getting more and more seasick. Oh god I needed to get off that boat and into the water. Then it would all be okay.
Getting into the water with my dive boy we descended and it was beautiful! Fish swam around my fingers and it was a wonderland of colours silver and reds and blues. Truly amazing!
Until oh god Im going to throw up! Oh god what happens if you throw up in a scuba mask!
I frantically motioned to my dive boy who took me up to the surface. I just held on until I got to the top and then lost it. Yep. I lost my breakfast in the water all around me and the boy. If youve ever been motion sick you know you just dont get sick and feel better. So while I retched my poor dive boy held onto the back of my tank and swam me back to the boat.
Where my sister was waiting throwing up over the side of the outrigger while her dive boy rubbed her back and the old man laughed and burped.
I have never been so happy to be on solid land in my life.
Was DumaBoy impressed? Well no but I did learn what dive guides call what I did:
feeding the fishes
And chickens, usually a bad sign.