I’m not a very outdoors-ey kind of girl.
I like spending my holidays slightly tipsy by the pool, getting loads of sun and having delicious dinners by the sea. Rest assure I will never initiate camping trips, sailing excursions or whale safaris. I like my comfort and I like my margaritas well chilled and in an actual glass, not a flask. Call me a princess, because I kind of am. One who very much enjoys running water and someone else making her bed.
However, I have over the last few years grown very fond of snorkelling.
Granted, my sister, brother in law and nieces had to drag me onto a Thai speed
boat and more or less shove me off it with a cyclops and a snorkel for me to
agree to even give it a try. But once in there, I loved it. Who knew fish could
be so much fun outside of a sashimi bento box?
The natural next step from snorkelling is obviously scuba diving. Again, being quite lazy and enjoying my comfort, this was yet to happen.
With Hell’s Bells getting a bit bored on the beach and me having burnt my knee pits in the sun, it seemed like free scuba diving lessons would be an ideal solution. It would also mean we could tell people that we had done something with our holiday other than eating, drinking, eating some more and going to bed at 10 pm.
Turns out that I'm a natural at diving. Once I was in my super cool diving gear, I was off like a dolphin. Or some other sort of speedy whale. In all fairness, I was in a pool and couldn't get very far. But when the rest of the class were still getting the hang of breathing through the mouth piece, I was doing lap on lap closely inspecting people's feet and scaring small children.
Now, if I get my diving certificate, all I need to do is learn how to drive a helicopter and I will basically be a Bond girl. With a slightly bigger ass.
The natural next step from snorkelling is obviously scuba diving. Again, being quite lazy and enjoying my comfort, this was yet to happen.
With Hell’s Bells getting a bit bored on the beach and me having burnt my knee pits in the sun, it seemed like free scuba diving lessons would be an ideal solution. It would also mean we could tell people that we had done something with our holiday other than eating, drinking, eating some more and going to bed at 10 pm.
Turns out that I'm a natural at diving. Once I was in my super cool diving gear, I was off like a dolphin. Or some other sort of speedy whale. In all fairness, I was in a pool and couldn't get very far. But when the rest of the class were still getting the hang of breathing through the mouth piece, I was doing lap on lap closely inspecting people's feet and scaring small children.
Now, if I get my diving certificate, all I need to do is learn how to drive a helicopter and I will basically be a Bond girl. With a slightly bigger ass.
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