The days are exhausting, with two dives a day, some videos to watch in between, and on evenings I’m learning with my diver manual at the nearby restaurant. I learn again how to live alone, for I’m learning alone, eating alone, strolling alone. My only social interactions are with my diving instructor, A., who’s not very talkative when he’s not teaching me anything.
But then I start to become disillusioned. As soon as a dolphin appears somewhere, over the 40 jukung (yes, there are as many as 40 jukung in the sea at that moment!) start to rush towards the mammals. It’s a race, almost a chase.
I have to admit that since I discovered the thrills of snorkelling on the Gilli islands, I feel like I could actually go snorkel every day for the rest of my life. We found out that Amed is a perfect spot to witness the underwater jewels, for its sea beds, are amongst the most beautiful ones in the world.
I try snorkelling for the first time, and I end up swimming with sea turtles. Yes, man, I’M SWIMMING WITH BLOODY SEA TURTLES. The water is so crystal clear here and the marine life is so rich, that my underwater adventures are just incredible.
That’s why when Gina asked me to come with her to Bali, on her stopover to fly back to Germany, I cheerfully answered YES. I jumped with joy when I figured out that Selena will be coming as well: I’m going to be reunited with my Napier Girls!
This Friday, with my colored hitch hiking sign, I raise my thumb in Invercargill, hoping to go to Te Anau. Some Indian guy picked me up and drove me until Winton. In this little town, it’s getting harder to get picked up. And there’s this weirdo guy who’s offering me a ride :