Awesome day! Spent an hour trying to find the first dive site. Tip: NEVER let a dyslexic man with A.D.D. navigate! How the hell does “dive site 42” sound like, “Dive site 34”? Anyway, we found it. Amazing dive (called the The Lake).
And what’s the deal with all the goats and donkey’s just wandering around? Dear God! We were warned that hitting a goat will bring a dozen owners out to cry and lament the loss of his “best prize winning” goat. the fact there is no speed limit and only 4 cops on the whole island doesn’t help. Oh, and all the street signs are in a pigeon mixture of Dutch and Spanish. I haven’t seen a vowel in days! At least they are tolerant. I swear that I never saw that “one way only” sign…
Shopped at a Danish owned Chinese market today. Think I slipped a little closer to psychosis….
Night dives at “Oil Slick”. Again, beautiful dives. The full moon sent dappled shafts of light across the bottom of the sandy shelf just above the reef. Saw, octopus, several moray eels, star fish and urchins. Plus, my new favorite, cowfish. like little semi truck tractors with little tiny fins that furiously flutter to move them on their lumbering way.
Dinner was spaghetti at the condo. Weird spaghetti noodles. Like long thin macaroni. good though.
Off to bed, boat dove to the Hilma Hooker wreck in the morning.
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