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Another early morning, well for our standards, it was a lie in for Kirsty! James and I had waited almost a year to see a wreck and in Coron they have some of the finest Japanese WWII boats. Kevin was leading us, with David (French guy doing his dive master) assisting and practicing on some of the sites.
Kirsty had a tough day of sunbathing on deck and working on Winston, he's a big fellow after all. We did three dives in total, and each dive had a range of elements to keep James and me on our toes. The first dive was the biggest and deepest-140m long! Kevin had intended to let David lead this dive but when we reached the boat, after a minor ear issue from me, Kevin realised we had been anchored to a different spot! Consequently Kevin led the dive, much to my confusion! Apart from trying to absorb the enormity of the boat the most memorable part of dive 1, Kogyo was seeing the bulldozer and tractor in one of the cargo compartments, it was so surreal. Dive two, Morizan was our favourite dive. The boat was 118 m long so a bit smaller than the first HUGE boat but we were able to dive through the boat this time. We snuck and ducked our way through the internal structure, admiring the fish and the boat. It was quite possibly my 3rd favourite ever dive. Dive three Lusong Gumboat was led by David, his first ever (successful) time leading and he did a great job. The boat was smaller, but not small by any means. There was a lot more wildlife as we were shallower but did have to swim for it when we finished, which was Kevin's fault, he got us lost! On the surface was a whole story in itself. During dive 1 Kirsty educated our boat captain on all that is British, read some of Winston and caught the sun on her back. Dive 2 was her front's turn at some sunbathing and a lot of relaxing after a scrumptious lunch of pork chops, rice, morning glory (ha), grilled aubergine and quite possibly the greatest pineapple ever! Dive 3 was when it all went wrong for Kirsty and the boat captain. As soon as we got into the water the heavens opened and did not stop until we were almost back in Coron. Because the third dive was shallow it meant we could stay under longer, 51 minutes to be precise. Poor Kirst, she had done a grand job of keeping most of our stuff dry and looked wetter than us when we made it back to the boat! The first half of the boat journey was freezing and the rain felt like hail stones pelting our sodden skin. We managed to remain positive and laughed the whole was back-thanks again for the towel loan Hunter!
By the time we made it back to the town the rain had stopped and we had begun to dry off a little and were in serious need of a cold drink. We all quenched our thirsts and bought some pre-dinner snacks (and spring breeze for Kirsty) before triking it back to Kaba Kaba.
We ate at the Bistro tonight and then Kirsty and I showed off with our impressive pool skills-James let the good Wiper name down when he forgot to offer us a drink on two occasions, obviously we have not let him live this faux-pais down! The trike journey back was funny as James thought it would be a good idea to start an argument about the North vs the South. This was a wrong decision for three reasons, 1) Kirsty and I were super hyper and barely took a breath to emphasis our point 2) There are two of us and most importantly number 3) you NEVER intentionally pick and argument with Kirsty-you won't win! The silliness continued as we walked up to Kaba Kaba and James gained an unfortunate nickname, which I won't repeat on here!
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Gail Oh dear! what name?