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Adventures of diving off Malaysia’s coast- part 1 of 3
Adventures of diving off Malaysia’s coast- part 1 of 3
Some time ago, I was hanging out on one of Malaysia’s west coast islands with some friends who were very keen divers. Despite being at one of the world’s best diving sites, I had no interest in joining them, preferring to spend my days reading and writing and lazing on the white sands. The truth was, I felt petrified at the idea of being fully submerged in the water. I’m not a strong swimmer, and although happy enough snorkeling, I really struggled with the idea of sinking far below the surface.
After a while though, I got tired of their incessant nagging about what I was missing; and to be honest I was in need of a little adventure. Paradise can get boring. I didn’t tell anyone, I just crept over to the resort’s dive shop and booked my first dive with a friendly girl I’d hung out with once or twice. I knew she’d take care of me, and I put it out of my mind until the following day.
When I showed up for my dive though, I was disconcerted to be met by Tore, a hulking Norwegian love-god who announced with a devilish smile that he’d be my instructor. I knew he wasn’t scheduled to be working that day, and anyway he was a senior dive master who usually led advanced training groups, not novice divers. And although we’d chatted at the bar a few times, I’d assumed he was only interested in the elite dive chicks; it’s kind of a cliquey scene. But damn, his laid-back charm was simultaneously calming me and making me shiver with something other than trepidation.
I forced myself to concentrate as he taught me to use the equipment; you will die if you mess this up, I told myself. Then we were on the speedboat, heading around the bay, and I had the opportunity to study this big tanned handsome stud and conclude that I would really, really want to get physical with him.
Once we were down deep, I surrendered to the simple truth of breathe or die, and relaxed enough to enjoy the mind-blowing beauty that surrounded us. Tore held my hand and led me around, pointing out the incredible sights. I saw small sharks, shoals of vibrant fish, bright coral, even a tiny octopus that squirted a cloud of black ink at me. I was high on adrenaline by the time we returned to the boat, after what felt like ten minutes but Tore told me was actually closer to an hour.
Wow.
By nitbuster
Some time ago, I was hanging out on one of Malaysia’s west coast islands with some friends who were very keen divers. Despite being at one of the world’s best diving sites, I had no interest in joining them, preferring to spend my days reading and writing and lazing on the white sands. The truth was, I felt petrified at the idea of being fully submerged in the water. I’m not a strong swimmer, and although happy enough snorkeling, I really struggled with the idea of sinking far below the surface.
After a while though, I got tired of their incessant nagging about what I was missing; and to be honest I was in need of a little adventure. Paradise can get boring. I didn’t tell anyone, I just crept over to the resort’s dive shop and booked my first dive with a friendly girl I’d hung out with once or twice. I knew she’d take care of me, and I put it out of my mind until the following day.
When I showed up for my dive though, I was disconcerted to be met by Tore, a hulking Norwegian love-god who announced with a devilish smile that he’d be my instructor. I knew he wasn’t scheduled to be working that day, and anyway he was a senior dive master who usually led advanced training groups, not novice divers. And although we’d chatted at the bar a few times, I’d assumed he was only interested in the elite dive chicks; it’s kind of a cliquey scene. But damn, his laid-back charm was simultaneously calming me and making me shiver with something other than trepidation.
I forced myself to concentrate as he taught me to use the equipment; you will die if you mess this up, I told myself. Then we were on the speedboat, heading around the bay, and I had the opportunity to study this big tanned handsome stud and conclude that I would really, really want to get physical with him.
Once we were down deep, I surrendered to the simple truth of breathe or die, and relaxed enough to enjoy the mind-blowing beauty that surrounded us. Tore held my hand and led me around, pointing out the incredible sights. I saw small sharks, shoals of vibrant fish, bright coral, even a tiny octopus that squirted a cloud of black ink at me. I was high on adrenaline by the time we returned to the boat, after what felt like ten minutes but Tore told me was actually closer to an hour.
Wow.
By nitbuster
Published 3rd Mar 2019
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4th Mar 2019 1:39am
You are so versatile in your writing my love, I like this very much so, on to part II
4th Mar 2019 1:52am
4th Mar 2019 2:14am
Perfected ink stain....I will read part three before I climb under my silk sheets
