Bobbi and I scheduled one last cross-border dive trip for this weekend. It was time for Bobbi's visa renewal and we held off submitting her passport so we could use her still-valid visa for one last crossing. But she wanted to visit her mother in February and she would need to apply for a renewal soon afterwards. Those visa renewals can take weeks. With both Bobbi and I doing them annually, we are each without passport for a month each year; e.g. two months a year that one of us doesn't have access to one of our passports.
So we booked our usual room, called by staff the "Vance Special" at our favorite chill-out place, Nomad Ocean Adventure. After a hectic work week, arrival at the border is still not completely without hassle, but once across life goes on hold. We check into our pleasant room. We go for a jog to the Golden Tulip and back. By the time we've showered it's time for the dinner buffet. We linger there and talk to people we see there time and again till sleep calls everyone to their rooms, and we sleep late in the morning. We can sleep late because the dives depart at 9:30, plenty of time for coffee and meager continental breakfast which holds us over till after our first dive an hour away by boat, when a filling continental lunch is served. We dive again and return mid-afternoon to port, and go for a jog if we feel like it, or just soak in the pool, maybe both. The cycle of dinner, small talk, early to bed, late to rise, and diving repeats next day, Saturday. But once back in port, we scurry to get back across the border, checked out of Nomad, and home 3 hours later.
This weekend we went in search of decent visibility, starting with Ras Morovi north side, and Lima north after lunch. The following day we did Ras Morovi and the hidden reef the first dive, Wonder Wall to round out the day.
I'm bLogging this diving long after the fact and don't recall much remarkable. But check the videos and see.
December 29 this year and most years for that matter was my son Dusty's birthday, and as he was in town from Doha I offered to take him diving as a birthday present. Bobbi and granddaughter Gwenny had planned to accompany us to Nomad Ocean Adventure in Dibba Musandam but as we were pulling away from the house to get on the freeway for Dubai, Lauren rang us and told us they were cancelling diving that weekend due to rough weather, but she said they'd be diving on the Dibba UAE side. So we pulled off the highway, drove home to get beverages we had to be careful about carrying across the border into Oman, booked ourselves into Alia Suites in Dibba on our mobile phones as we retraced our steps, and set out anew to spend the night in Dibba, UAE.
We all slept too late for the early morning dive but woke up in time to have breakfast and pack and move down the road to the Royal Beach Hotel for the second dive at 11:00, where Nomad Ocean Adventure opened a dive center in 2015. We find it a little odd there because the staff caters to people who are diving or snorkeling the rock for the first time so we get dive briefings telling us where we will be led, but they are cool with my saying I'll just guide myself, thanks, I know where I want to go on Dibba Rock. There are moorings on the west and east sides of the small island. On the west side there is the aquarium, shallow coral teeming with fish, but the current was running that way so for our two dives that day we put in at the deeper east mooring both dives.
When they go down that mooring Nomad leads the dives to the left to go around the back of the rock. When I'm at that mooring I go in the sand to the right to find the sting rays living there, and sometimes the turtle that lives under a rock nearby. Discussing the plan on the boat before our second dive, the dive leader mentioned their "resident" turtle and when I said I was going right to check on the resident rays, she said, "We don't have any resident rays." I said, "Yes, you do." You can see them in fact in the video below (https://youtu.be/WLYb3fEOk10).
This video is an 18 minute compilation from our two dives, and gives a good representation of what you can see if you know where to look at Dibba Rock. It starts with a pipe fish, which is the first thing that Dusty noticed when we descended on the first dive. We then move south over the sand flats to find the sting rays living there. We saw the shark on the second dive, amazing creatures, always more impressive when seen in real life, furtive and fleeting on video, especially when visibility is milky as it often is where the sharks are on Dibba Rock. From there we move to schools of barracuda, snappers, and jacks and other fish. I included some clown fish, cuttlefish, and batfish, before moving down over the reef into the aquarium where fish teem in the coral arches, and Dusty found a torpedo ray, perhaps the same one, on both dives. On our last trip there, Nikki Blower and Bobbi and I found the turtle under the rock and filmed him in his lair: http://vancesdiveblogs.blogspot.ae/2015/09/fun-diving-with-sharks-turtles-and-rays.html
We were very glad we went diving that day. Nomad have a pleasant operation there, and the beach is great for families, with unrestricted use of the pool (but then Gwenny speaks Russian and so blends in with the clientele there). We all had a great time and always look forward to diving with Chris's team, hopefully in Musandam next time.
Dolphins often played with the boat transporting us to dive sites in Gan Lagoon, Maldives
Day 1 Dec 12, 2015, my dives #1394-95, Hairaan Fara and Kuda Kandu Corner
Our first day diving in Gan Atoll, Maldives. One memory is while videoing some interesting fish
life, I forget what exactly, I pan to our dive guide Umar who is making the shark sign and pointing ahead. I swing
the GoPro around and follow his point onto a grey white tipped reef shark whom I am able to close quarters with as he
moves up the reef. It should have been an excellent video but my GoPro casing is wearing and not engaging always when I
press to activate video. So that one is in cranial memory, but others can be seen on YouTube.
Day 2 Dec 13, 2015, my dives #1396-
97,attempted Mudakan and dived
Bushy East
Today we started out with an odd concatenation of events. We are going to Mudhakan
which Umar the guide says is a reef with sharks, but he always goes in first and then gets back on the boat and
then re-positions it, then enters the water, and if all is good, he calls us in. We comprises Bobbi and I and
a team of 3 Germans, two guys and a lady. Today, Umar announces there is "medium" current, enters the water, and
calls us to join him. I have gone to the bow and jump when he calls but everyone else including Bobbi opts to use the
amidship entry, which means they go one after another, and they crowd Bobbi, so she enters last. Meanwhile Umar is
anxious to descend and he begins the dive. I don't see Bobbi so I call out to her, no response. I call again, but the
Germans are descending. I assume Bobbi has descended already.
When I go down Umar is a bit ahead and I don't see Bobbi. I see the three Germans and
perhaps someone at the surface. In 15 seconds it is apparent that Bobbi is with the Germans and I find later that the
lady German had trouble ascending and was still at the surface. When I see that Bobbi is with the Germans I kick to
catch up with Umar. But I, we in fact, have delayed too long. There is a furious current preventing forward movement. I
can't catch Umar in mid-water, the only chance is to drop to the coral and hope for less current there, and pull myself
forward using my reef hook.
I drop to the coral bed in 20 meters of water. Bobbi I find later employs the same
strategy and drops to coral in 12 meters. We are now both in a cabbage coral bed that crumbles as we try to claw
forward, like trying to pull yourself forward on potato chips. But I find a few solid chunks to sink my reef hook onto.
But now I am too low to see anyone else. Bobbi can see me, she says later, but
I soon drop over the edge and out of site to 27 meters. Bobbi is alone and I am too. I can see no one else.
I can however see a parade of sharks just below me in the blue. I pull forward.
The current is buffeting me but I try to get pictures with my GoPro. It's pretty difficult with the current throwing me around, I'm breathing more than usual, and 11 min into the dive I'm
down to half a tank 100 bar. I can't stay like this, alone at this depth. I decide to turn and let the current ride me
up and out of there. I careen over the plateau at 12 meters, safe now, I'm just thinking to maybe do a safety stop,
maybe ascend and find out what's going on with the others.
At the surface the boat picks me up. Bobbi is aboard. She did pretty much what I did,
didn't see anyone else, couldn't go forward in the current, decided to let go and safely ascend wherever the current
would pitch her out. At the surface she blew her whistle, and the boat came and got her.
So Bobbi and I were on the boat, our dives pretty much aborted, and no sign of the
others. Later we found that Umar had seen the German lady was having problems, he saw Bobbi and I in the coral bed but
prioritized the Germans, and returned to help the lady descend. By now for Umar and the Germans, going forward to where Bobbi and I were still trying to inch our way against the current to the corner was out of the question, but Umar knew
that to ride the current in a certain direction would take you back to Manta Point which is where he took the Germans. So we collected them
half an hour later, all chuffed that they had seen Mantas. I included my film clips taken while struggling with current in the video that follows, when we managed to dive Mudhakan successfully the following day.
Day 3 Dec 14, 2015, my dives #1398-
99,successfully dived Mudhakan
to Manta Point
and finished the day at Banana Thila
On day 3 of our diving, the Germans were no longer with us so it was just Bobbi and
I. I suggested to Umar that as long as it was just us, we should go back to Mudakan corner and try to dive it properly. Bobbi and I had worked out that our not being together at the start of
the dive had resulted in hesitation that had made it impossible for us to reach the corner, but if it was just Umar and
the two of us, we could do a straight down descent and stay close to Umar. He agreed and we descended to the reef
despite current that tried its best to sweep us off it. Bobbi landed furthest back but gamely did her best to join us,
using her reef hook to claw against the current over the coral. I had landed at 29 meters and positioned my reef hook to move up a couple meters to 27.
Umar was at that depth and indicating sharks ahead, though it took us a while to see them.
We watched them patrol until I was down to half a tank with just 10 minutes no deco
and Umar suggested we move off, which we did, letting the current buffet us up the reef. I was gasping at air trying to
stay on the plateau as the current was trying to move me down to 14 and then sweep me over the edge. Eventually Umar
stopped as we had arrived at Manta Point and half a dozen mantas were at play here.
My personal consideration was that the mantas were at 18 meters and I was by now down
to 50 bar, but of course with mantas around, you need to prioritize.
Day 4 Dec 15, 2015, my dives #1400-
01, Buda Hoholha and Manta Point with Axel and Umar Axel, the dive center manager, was taking some German divers under his wing so he and Umar let us go on our own
at Buda Hoholha, and then we all went to Manta Point together.
The only thing about doing Manta Point after a deep dive
was it was easy to slip into deco. Between us Bobbi and I have three computers, my Aladdin which is the one that went
into deco, and a Zoop, which got bricked because it goes onto a tables algorithm if you stay down below 10 meters
at the end of the second dive, and Bobbi's computer, which didn't register that she was in deco. We've ignored the Zoop before and
survived it - I think it's algorithm is too simplistic for deep diving. We dived the Aladdin and did the deco stops. The mantas were great.
Day 5 Dec 16, 2015, my dives #1402-03, Manta Point and Bushy West with Axel Umar took a day off so it was just Axel and two
Germans Heinz and Pia, plus Bobbi and I. We did our first dive this time on Manta Point. Strange things happened.
Bobbi got lost on the descent. I thought one of the divers who were with Axel was Bobbi, but it wasn't. The four of us
were hanging on in the current and Axel was telling me emphatically, thumbs up, get up there and find your buddy. It was
an order and I was preparing to comply, but thinking what could I do at the surface? The current would sweep me off the
site. There was nothing I could do for Bobbi up there, and if she had a problem she would have ascended, I'm sure of
that, and the boat.would have picked her up. If she was carried by the current, she would have been swept over the edge of the reef into blue water and the
worst would be she might go down, but I didn't think she would have done that (and if she had, my going to the surface
would not have helped her there). Axel was emphatic, I was to abort my dive, but then I saw what I thought might be
bubbles, so I hooked onto the reef to hold my position in the current. Sure enough it was Bobbi. She said later she had
seen our bubbles. She knew to stay at the edge of the reef drop off. She knew the site, she did exactly what she should
have done, she tried to join us in a calm and measured way, and I'm glad I had hesitated and waited. I was so happy to
see her. She's my favorite dive buddy.
We hung out with mantas as usual there but Axel and the German couple had moved down
from us. When we decided we needed to go up we found them hanging out above us. But apparently the couple surfaced
prematurely and so we joined Axel on his safety stop. He seemed in a funk. We completed our 3 min at 5 meters and
climbed back on the boat. Axel banned the couple from further diving that morning since they had not done a safety
stop (they had been to only 18 meters and had dived only 45 min). He was upset with Bobbi as well but got over it and took us on a second
dive to Bushy Island West. It turned out to be a great dive, lots of current, and my Aladdin kept wanting me to go
higher. I think we were back in Axel's good graces by the end of it.
Day 6 Dec 17,
2015, my dives #1404-05, Kuda Hoholha and Fihali Fara with Umar (more dolphins, sharks
and eagle rays)
and finally, our last dive of this trip, on Kuda Hoholha
This is diving in Addu Atoll, extreme south Maldives
Oct 23-24 Diving with Jay and Robin Fortin in Daymaniyat islands with Oman Sail, The Wave, Seeb, Oman
Jay had a conference in Dubai at the start of the coming week but flew into Muscat with his wife Robin. Bobbi and I drove down from Al Ain and stayed at an apartment in Al Khod, a bustling and traffic-laden suburb of Seeb that was all desert scrub when we were living there last century and used to make long runs around the camel farms in the area. We all met up at Oman Sail on Friday morning and went diving.
Oman Sail had very personable dive guides so diving with them was a gas but their boats left too late for us to get the sites we wanted to dive since the early birds already had boat-loads of divers on the best sites by the time we arrived. Still diving in Daymaniyats tends to be good no matter where you put in. We saw leopard sharks on both days, plenty of turtles, and generally had some nice dive with good friends, all of whom have been my students at one time or another.
Friday Oct 23, 2015
Our first morning we set sail from the Wave hoping to get a morning dive in at the Aquarium, but on arrival at the site, we found it crowded with dive boats and our crew decided to take us to the bay at Police Island instead. I'd dived this place with Jay and Robin before; in fact I think they managed to see a leopard shark on one of our dives on the string of sites there that Bobbi and I somehow missed, see http://vancesdiveblogs.blogspot.ae/2012/10/damaniyites-diving-with-global-divers.html.
In any event we saw a leopard shark on this dive.
Before setting out that day I had noticed a hiss from one of the second stages on my main regulator so I had gone to a spare reg on my dives that day. This turned out to have consequences for our second dive, which this time was on the Aquarium (the Aquarium tends to be best in the morning light, and after boat loads of divers have been there, the more interesting animals will have gone elsewhere for a while).
The dive guide had briefed me on what to do, descend to the top of the reef, head west, find the trench to the north, and follow it to the wall. We were starting on that plan, under water with me leading, when I realized that my compass was on my main regulator back on the boat. Damn, I had no idea where west was but I'd dived the site before, so I headed down to gradually increasing depths and followed the top of the reef in about 20 meters of water. I wasn't sure where to turn north (or in this case, approximately right) from there but eventually I did that and found the wall. We were drifting happily along that when one diver signaled low on air, so I found a gap to get us back onto the reef top. The trouble was there was not much to see there that we hadn't seen already. I think we were finning a little against the current, a prolonged slog with me hoping to find our way back to the high point of the reef that reaches just a few meters short of the surface. We couldn't see it so I was leading on dead reckoning, trying to head for wherever it seemed to be shallower, not sure of the direction exactly.
In the end we found the Aquarium submerged reef head just after Jay and Robin thought it wise to ascend, and this is where we found most of the honeycomb moray eels that appear in the video.
Saturday Oct 24, 2015
For our first dive on the second day we headed out for Garden of Eden but found it crowded so we took a drop-off on a site I didn't know though the boatmen described it to me quite well. But it was only Bobbi and I and Jay and Robin diving it in two buddy pairs. We were to drop on a wall that we could clearly see under the boat and follow it north and around the corner to the west. When I got in the water I found the current pushing me west off the wall so I finned to stay in place and when the other divers got in I called for an immediate descent. On my descent I kicked hard to get on the east side of the wall where I reckoned there would be relief from the current. I arrived there to relative tranquility but I was alone. Bobbi appeared some seconds later, having managed to keep up by pulling herself along the top of the reef into the very strong current in order to drop down where I was. We waited there for Jay and Robin but the current had caught them unawares and they did a separate dive heading west from where Bobbi and I were.
I'm not sure what this site was but it should be easily identifiable from my videos. I call it the ghost reef because it had a white apparition of a sting ray living there, without his cow tail, which had been chewed off by some predator. The reef was full of staghorn table coral but a lot of this was covered by a massive ghost net (a ghost net is one that has been left in place by fishermen unable to retrieve it). The Daymaniyats are a marine reserve and fishing is prohibited here, or was, as far as I know. My video documents the damage to the reef this net is doing, https://youtu.be/EAdgheLlOd8
The second dive of the day was much easier. Jay and Robin started with Bobbi and I in calm water and we soon came out on a leopard shark. We saw much more throughout the dive, which ended with Bobbi and I following a large turtle around for several minutes. The video has lengthy perspectives from both Bobbi's camera and mine, but we never get tired of watching these things. https://youtu.be/AvDtQeyD2qw
After an exhausting work week I was happy to get home at 1:30 on Thursday, get packed, and get rolling on the highway through Shwaib to Madam, Dhaid, Masafi, and Dibba where we pitched up at the border and waited for Sampat to come along with our permits. It was hardly busy when we crossed just at dusk. Alcohol? the guard asked. "No," I replied. "I will check," his compatriot asserted. "Tfudel" I said, indicating the car. Be my guest. The guard handed back my papers through the window. His compatriot made no move to leave his kiosk and carry out inspection, so we drove on through the border and arrived at Nomad Ocean Adventure 5 minutes later.
We were looking forward to a chill weekend, starting right after a quick 5 km jog down to the Golden Tulip at the end of the beach and back again. Sweaty from our jog we relaxed in the pool. Buffet dinner was served by the time we exited and showered. There weren't many people around. Those who were went to bed early. Bobbi and I stayed online for a while in the commons room and then went to bed and right to sleep.
Next day the weather was ideal for diving, still balmy out, no need for warm clothes on the boat the hour out and back to and from the dive sites. Our first dive was at Octopus Rock, what we used to call The Stack. Most people like the dive and it's a treat to go there because it attracts currents, so we usually don't go when there are any students on the boat.
Even today Hassan, the dive guide for the day, almost didn't take us there because there were two open water divers on board. But one had had over 300 dives, his friend just 35, but in the end Hassan took us there, for a very pleasant dive.
Because I was diving with two ladies who hardly breathe air, Kelly Harris had joined Bobbi and I that morning, I got to play with the site and vary from my usual route. When the current is lax I like to keep the rock on the right and lead north into the descending ridges to the north of the rock, then move to the north-heading ridge and follow that, reef on the left. We get down to around 20 meters as we round it and come back up its other side heading south. The trick then is to know where to pop over the ridge so as to swim across sand back to Octopus Rock just to the east. This is sometimes where we end our dive when some in our group run low on air, so we circle the rock at decreasing depth letting those who need to go to the surface.
Today it was a little different. There was current present so I led the the east, Octopus Rock on our left. If the current had been strong we could have escaped to the ridges running to depth in that direction and hidden from it that way. But today it let us work our way to the north past schools of trigger fish and fusiliers. We kept a reasonable depth 15-18 meters as we crossed the north of the rock and kept heading west to the next ridge over, where i found an intimidating chameleon scorpion fish. Then we swam slowly to where that ridge lets us round it and came up its back side. There were more triggers here, and jacks, and as we popped over the ridge I came down on a batfish being cleaned by wrasse. Visibility was good and we could see Octopus Rock just over the sand. That's not always the case, sometimes I just go blind to the east.
But this brought us to the rock where again there is abundant fish-life, especially the blue triggers, and some morays, including a large honeycomb eel.
My group were just coming down to 100 bar here so I felt we could explore a little to the east of the rock. I led us that way to the nearest finger of ridge that plunged invitingly to depth. It was too late in the dive to go to the sand and easy to get disoriented without paying close attention to a compass. But our way back was west so I led in that direction and came out just south of the rock. Now we could expend time and gas spiraling up and around the rock, where batfish moved in close to check us out.
I've been to the dentist a couple of times in the last year over a decayed molar. The first time was last Christmas, an emergency with pain that the dentist resolved by cutting away the rotted parts, leaving a hole in my tooth. It never really gave problems after that and the college I work for does not provide dental insurance, so I never went in for the root canal work the doctor had intended to do. But ten months later, it started to become annoying, I was constantly having to remove food bits from the hole, so I went in to have that cemented over just last week. Now on this dive, I came up with pain in my tooth but thought it was from the way I was biting on the regulator. In any event, the pain went away over lunch on the boat, and on the next dive I was careful to bite on the regulator mouthpiece in my good jaw, and even held the hose in such as way that would position the reg in my mouth so I could better do this.
The second dive was on Lima Rock South. We started from the west end of the rock intending to dive to the east point with the reef on our left. Hassan thought the current would be less than at Octopus Rock and when he entered the water he said it was pushing to the east, the way we wanted to go. Other divers entering the water said the visibility beneath us was excellent.
We found that to be the case when we finally went in. I was last in and was swimming to join Kelly and Bobbi when some snorkelers by the boat told me I had dropped my tank banger and they could see it on a rock ten meters below. At about that moment the two open water divers surfaced and shouted to us that they wanted to join us. I wanted to retrieve my rod while I could see it, so I dropped down to get it. I saw Bobbi and Kelly above and saw that they had thought through the fact that they should join me rather than expect me to surface. I also saw the open water divers following behind them.
Actually it was only one o/w diver. His buddy had had ear problems and had aborted the dive (he was all the time on the boat puffing on a e-cigarette device, likely the cause of his sinus issues). The one with the 300 dives had no buddy and was joining us. This was inappropriate because we were not diving his profile. O/w divers are limited to 18 meters. Everyone else on the boat could exceed that.
I was told later that this diver joined yet another group, and signaled to Bobbi what he was doing. In any event he wasn't with us when we pushed down to 26 meters. We gradually ascended along the boring wall and soon came up on the gap before the point.
The current had been pushing us to and fro, an exhausting sort of dive, but we all had over 100 bar when we found ourselves being swept off the point at around 16 meters, except for an old fishnet I knew was there and directed everyone down to so we could hold on in the current. The fish life is often exciting here, but today not so. We were joined by some very curious bat fish, you'll meet them in the video, and a school of jacks was congregated just off the point. I didn't dare swim over to them. It looked like that would be a one-way trip.
It was all we could do to pull on rocks and fin back against the current and find 10 and then 5 meters in lighter current back from the point to do a safety stop in. Here again we were annoyed by batfish :-) just kidding. Marvelous creatures! We surfaced at 51 minutes, the ladies both at 50 bar, me a bit less. The ladies didn't seem to enjoy the dive all that much, too stressful, unpredictable.
I had a problem again with tooth pain. It was very uncomfortable on the boat ride back and I didn't feel like talking. But it had subsided a bit by the time we reached harbor, and that evening, I felt up for another jog to the Golden Tulip and back. It was clearly caused by an air bubble in the space beneath the cap on my tooth expanding on the ascent from 26 meters to the surface, an almost four-fold expansion. We were all contemplating aborting diving the next day but I decided I'd give it the night and maybe it would go anyway.
However the night was not all that comfortable. I had arrived on Thursday with a tooth in stable condition and after the air bubble expansion, my tooth was throbbing in the night. I had no way of knowing what depth was causing the problem, if a two-fold expansion from 10 meters to the surface was dangerous, or if 15 meters was too much. I decided during wakeful moments that night that I would not dive the next day, and Bobbi and I departed that morning.
If we had made that decision the evening before, Kelly was talking like she would leave as well. The dives had not been that great on the Friday. However, next morning as long as she was there, she decided to stay. So we didn't dive Saturday and she did. While posting this blog, we read this on Facebook, from Kelly's dive on Saturday.:
Our good friend Nicki Blower has just eased back into UAE after a brief exit and so for our Eid staycation or playcation Bobbi and I decided to have her down to Al Ain for a couple of nights. When she arrived on Wednesday we took her for a jog in Jimi and Al Qattara oases and then got her up at 5 a.m. for a drive over to Dibba for diving on Thursday. We drove back Thursday evening because all the accommodation on that side as much as quadruples in price during Eid holidays, and we had an all you can eat fish dinner at the Danat Hotel in Al Ain that evening rather than pay the exorbitant accommodation costs in Dibba. Next day Friday we took her to the bus station for her ride back to Abu Dhabi and retrieved our car from Danat parking, and came home and blogged our dives. Diving on Dibba Rock is bouncing back. Visibility was great for the 9:30 dive, where we were just four on the boat, Bobbi, Nicki, and I plus a lady named Anastasia from Moscow whom we were assigned to guide. She enjoyed her dives, claimed to see two sharks and a turtle rather than one shark the rest of us saw on that dive, but the three of us saw the sharks and turtles and rays when we went diving again on Dibba Rock at 1:30 that afternoon. We saw much more besides, as you can see as well from our video. Enjoy!
Dan Miles got in touch recently to ask if we would accompany him and Molly Carter on Dan's 100th ever dive. The timing was over the weekend before eid break, not ideal for us, but we're never sure of our eid holidays until the last minute. In the event, it turned out my school was indeed out for the whole week (so this trip comprised the most fun part of our eid vacation) but for Dan and Molly, it turned out their anticipated Tue, Wed, Thu holiday was shortened to just two days, Wed and Thu, for most schools in the UAE. Good thing we went diving when we did.
We made arrangements to spend the weekend at Nomad Ocean Adventures, and Dan's 100th dive was our second on the Friday, which happened to be at Lima Rock. Molly and Dan had prepared a banner for the occasion which they unfurled as we descended on the dive. Fortunately I had a camera handy, or perhaps that's why they asked me along :-)
Dives on Lima Rock can be challenging. This one was not bad for current but there was enough of one to make us be careful as we explored the point, but not enough to lure the fishes in great numbers. We saw a few jacks and batfish, but no barracudas or devil rays, no eagle rays darting out suddenly as sometimes happens. Molly did quite well with current and buoyancy (I certified her recently and blogged it here: http://vancesdiveblogs.blogspot.ae/2014/11/certified-molly-carter-padi-open-water.html).
Our first dive of the day was actually our best. It was off Ras Morovi, north side. Brad proposed to drop in to the east of the bay and lead the divers west into the bay and then north at the far side. Bobbi and I did the same except that we started our dive heading east to deeper water as far as what I call the quarry, an alcove that looks like it was quarried from the surrounding rock. It's on the video. We found a honeycomb moray on that side and a marble ray under a rock. Back into the bay we passed over table coral and found a feather-tail ray in the sand. On the way to the surface we found many crayfish in the rocks, including one wandering about outside his lair. Nice dive.
The next day our first dive was at Lulu Island, which is sometimes home to eagle rays, but on this day there was not much home apart from a scorpion fish and some morays. The current was strong as we rounded the ridge and the dive was not all that pleasant although the last of it where we escaped the current in the coral gardens to the south of the island was pretty for diving. I'm not sure if I'll put the video up at YouTube; thinking about it, but not right now.
Our last dive was at Ras Hamra. It was a lovely dive as you can see from the video below and included an encounter with a circling turtle.
