The fiance and I arrived in Honolulu late Thursday night.
Our first flight departed at 10am,
arrived in LA at noon,
was followed by a 5 1/2 hour layover,
and finally the final 6 hour flight.
Compared to past travels, this was a piece of cake.
Besides, most airports now have free wifi and outlets set up throughout the airport.
in case you were wondering, this is absolutely necessary.
Andrew, our friend from college, picked us up,
and we headed to a little housewarming party,
which also happened to be for a friend from college.
After about 30 seconds I felt like I had time traveled 5 years into the past.
Several familiar faces, and an equal number of new.
Since it was so late, we didn’t stay long.
We headed to our home for the next four nights, and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, we were woken by a knock on the door.
It was still dark out, with no sign of the sun.
“wanna go surfing?”
I’ll admit, I was tempted to stay in bed.
but, I knew better.
Although I didn’t surf this first morning,
I did take a nice stroll along the beach-
admiring all the early risers for their dedication and devotion to their morning workout routines.
I’ve never been a morning person myself, and have always envied those who are.
Later that afternoon, Stacy, Andrew’s girlfriend, decided we would go diving.
It has been over a year since our last dive,
and while Aaron could hardly contain his excitement,
I was nervous.
I haven’t shared my Indonesian adventure on this blog yet,
but whenever I do, you’ll understand.
For now, let’s just say I had a couple episodes 30 meters under the sea when I first started diving.
It could have ended badly.
Refusing to let fear hold be back, I put it out of my mind.
We picked up the necessary diving gear and were on our way.
Arriving at the dive location, I knew this would be the most challenging dive entry to date.
We were to enter here…
I’ve dove approximately 50 times, and still consider myself a new diver.
Although Indonesia presented us with challenging currents,
we were spoiled with all boat dives-
not once having to battle the shore waves and surges.
If you have never been scuba diving, it’s amazing and you should definitely do it.
But, the gear is heavy, and a total pain in the ass until you are completely submerged under water.
jumping into the surf,
surrounded by rocks, was not what I anticipated.
but, again, I knew fear would get me no where.
after all, i’m terrified of flying. If I let this hold me back I would never have left home.
So, I zipped up my wet suit,
put on my BCD, fins, and mask,
said a little prayer,
chaos. waves. crashing.
but, I did it and that’s all that mattered
…or so I thought.
Less than a minute in the water, my fin breaks off in the water.
Normally, you could see far enough in the water, and get it back.
but, the water was so rough, I could see nothing but white.
no fin. no dive.
after a panicked call to Stacy and Aaron,
we had to turn back and battle our way in.
It was work, and completely crazy in my mind.
but, apparently this site was not unpopular for diving.
After some persuasion, Aaron and Stacy jumped back in to do the dive.
I waited for them on the rocks.
One day, i’ll make it back to this dive site and give it another shot.
If they can do it, so can I.
if you read this entire post, i’m impressed.
ifs ands Butts says
I read, I read! You have friends in Hawaii, that rules. Awesome photos as always.
Sarah and Stewart says
Awesome, looks like such a fun trip! And you are super brave…