Twenty points for those of you who chose dive, as for the rest of you…shame on yourselves. Perhaps the single greatest benefit of living on an island is the accessibility to open water. Okinawa is an island 67 miles long by 2 to 17 miles wide, surrounded by the East China Sea and the Pacific Ocean. On any given day one can hop in the car, drive to the beach and put in 2-3 dives a day easy.
There’s just 1 little problem….work. Apparently when I hit “adulthood” it became necessary to have a job. A job being:
• A regular activity performed in exchange for payment, especially as one's trade, occupation, or profession.
Unfortunately my job does not require regular diving activity in exchange for payment. My job is currently being held hostage by an island full of baby-crazed dependents who pop out babies at the rate surpassing the speed of sound. No matter, babies or no babies, I am going diving.
On this particular day, Pete – Jedi Master of Diving, Danielle - Shark Tamer Extraordinaire and I headed out to the Channel Crevasses on the southern tip of the island. The weather was amazing, sun shining down (it’s been awhile since I’ve seen the sun, oh glorious sun). I, having worked the night before, was operating on 2 hours of sleep and therefore placed all my trust in my diving buddies to get me through the day. Two dives later and well into my second wind, we had managed to see amazing towers of coral, numerous schools of fish and 1 well fought battle between The Jedi and a plastic bag, which fought valiantly but succumbed to it’s mortal wounds. I was hoping to see a shark or two and hopefully get a live demonstration of Danielle’s new found shark-hypnotherapy skills. Alas, that was not to be. Where are all the sharks around here? Everyone swears they’re here but I have yet to wrestle one. God willing, this will not be my last dive on the island. I will wrestle a shark and I will win.
There’s just 1 little problem….work. Apparently when I hit “adulthood” it became necessary to have a job. A job being:
• A regular activity performed in exchange for payment, especially as one's trade, occupation, or profession.
Unfortunately my job does not require regular diving activity in exchange for payment. My job is currently being held hostage by an island full of baby-crazed dependents who pop out babies at the rate surpassing the speed of sound. No matter, babies or no babies, I am going diving.
On this particular day, Pete – Jedi Master of Diving, Danielle - Shark Tamer Extraordinaire and I headed out to the Channel Crevasses on the southern tip of the island. The weather was amazing, sun shining down (it’s been awhile since I’ve seen the sun, oh glorious sun). I, having worked the night before, was operating on 2 hours of sleep and therefore placed all my trust in my diving buddies to get me through the day. Two dives later and well into my second wind, we had managed to see amazing towers of coral, numerous schools of fish and 1 well fought battle between The Jedi and a plastic bag, which fought valiantly but succumbed to it’s mortal wounds. I was hoping to see a shark or two and hopefully get a live demonstration of Danielle’s new found shark-hypnotherapy skills. Alas, that was not to be. Where are all the sharks around here? Everyone swears they’re here but I have yet to wrestle one. God willing, this will not be my last dive on the island. I will wrestle a shark and I will win.
The Jedi Master, myself and the Shark Tamer Extraordinaire
Navigating through the Crevasses
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