What read about on the plane:
Shark Diving.
We didn’t read about:
Wind resistance and
“Choppy Seas”
We’ll get back to that.
One thing I didn’t want to happen on this trip
is for us to sit in a house
and just wait to go to the set of Lost.
I wanted Colin to have a blast.
To do things he could only do in Hawaii.
I reserved the 8am time slot.
The earlier you go,
the more sharks.
In addition to us
on the boat there was:
2 sailors. (I guess thats what they are called)
A mother and daughter.
3 men escaping their wives.
(They said it.)
One reason choppy seas are important
is that it greatly increases the chances
of a mother getting sea sick.
She threw up for the 3 miles there.
What they do is lower the cage
half way into the water.
You get it EXACTLY the way they tell you,
or you could end up losing a limb.
Once in, they lower the cage.
It floats.
One foot above the water
and about 6 feet below.
They let it float out 10 feet from the boat.
Before you get in the cage,
they tell you that you can record the event
to dvd.
But, you have to tell them before you are in the water.
Once in, you can’t change your mind.
It was $60.
We were on a budget.
We decided not.
After all, I brought a camera.
This is another reason why choppy seas are important.
Imagine:
3 adults.
Inside an 8 x 8 x 8 cage.
Being slung around by waves.
Banging into each other.
Banging into the cage.
Surrounded by sharks.
Trying to take pictures.
Enjoy.
Every so often a wave would throw you into the cage
and your arm or leg would jut out of the cage.
Keep in mind…
Before every picture there was a gasped discusion…
…on the picture we were going for…
Then we’d let go of the cage, dive,
and get destroyed by the ocean.
Everytime you see part of a shark in one of these…
…we were aiming for the whole shark.
20 photos.
Not one usable print.
We should have gotten the dvd.
Oh, well.
But, it was wicked fun.
Until, we headed back.
The mother was still vomiting, of coarse.
But, she soon had company.
The sharks were following us back to shore.
They were following the chum.
So the “sailors” had to punch the gas to lose them.
As the boat races across the choppy sea,
the bobbing was a little more noticeable.
One of the ole ball n chain escapees,
he vomited.
The daughter, who had been laughing at her mom,
joined her mother at the side of the boat.
A few moments after the these photos were taken,
the boat sped up,
and the group vomiting began.
The wind and ocean spray carried the vomit
that would normally fall straight down
up and onto Colin, Christine and I.
See also: Sympathetic Vomiting
Stay Positive.
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This was an absolutely amazing and generous thing to do for Colin. Not just the shark diving, but the whole trip. Kudos my man, kudos.
Wierd , your page shows up with a grey hue to it, what color is the primary color on your site?
Hey I was just looking at your article on my Blackberry and I was thinking about how well it will work on the new ipad thats coming out. Fleeting thought…. Anyway thanks!