When V agreed to spend a long weekend in Bohol with me, there was no way I was going to keep the Piscean away from the water. We didn’t travel to the Philippines just to sample only one beach and one reef at our doorstep, so, through our resort, we booked an island hopping tour from Bohol. It turned to be an eye-popping experience, in both great and not-so-great ways.
For 15 years, I dreamt about diving and exploring the ocean but never got round to learning it. I’d tell myself that I’d never dive often enough to make it worthwhile. Imagine all that expensive gear sitting pretty for months at home, only to malfunction when it touched water due to disuse. It was an excuse that kept FOMO at bay for years.
It all came crashing down one Kiwi summer morning when I found myself at the Poor Knights Islands. [Read on]
I’m filled with apprehension as I write this post.
I hate seeing marine mammals swim in circles and perform tricks in featureless aquaria. They are not made to be confined in featureless aquaria for our entertainment. Some might say we are meant to subdue the creatures of this earth but I don’t see any other benefit that this practice brings us. [Read on]
“Thanks for making me hungry.”
“I hate you.”
The comments on Facebook rolled in seconds after I posted about my extraordinary lunch in Kaikoura, which was caught on my snorkelling tour of its bountiful waters.
Kelvin was the affable guide on this tour, and after demonstrating fishing and freediving techniques to the afternoon’s sole participant (me), he picked out a sheltered part of the bay to start the swim. As we headed there and kitted up, I could feel the hunter-gatherer in me burn with excitement. [Read on]