Posts Tagged ‘scuba diving’

My love affair with turtles/Please check out the Egg=Life campaign

Have you ever seen a turtle swimming in the ocean? I’ve seen them over a dozen times while scuba diving and almost every single time, I’ve stopped to stare. It doesn’t matter that I’ve seen one before or that my diving buddy is going to abandon me if I stay any longer, there is just something really, really beautiful about turtles in the ocean. The way they look as they swim leisurely by, the way the light reflects off their colours, the patterns on their skin seen through crystal clear waters on a beautiful day… I know I’m gushing but I’m just trying to capture that delicious thrill and awe I feel everytime I see a turtle in the sea up close.

There was this one time in Sipadan, and that is one of my favourite turtle memories, when a huge, gorgeous green sea turtle, like the one in the picture, came swimming towards us from the surface. The weather and waters were to-die-for that day and we saw the not-so-little chap coming from a fair distance. As it neared us, I stopped moving. It was going to come right by me and I didn’t even want to breathe because I didn’t want my bubbles to scare it away. It came so close I swear I could have reached out and touched it, but I didn’t. I looked it in the right eye and tried to remember every detail so I could absorb the moment and forever lock it in my brain… and then it was engulfed in a flood of bubbles, from Y who was just below it. (But it did not swim away.)

All of this to try and share a little bit about my fascination with turtles, and to explain why I signed up for the WWF: Egg=Life Campaign. I don’t usually put banners on my site – this is my first – but when I thought about that turtle in Sipadan and the many others like it, I had to do something.

(Picture taken from National Geographic.)

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In memory of Jeff

There’s nothing like a death to remind us of our mortality, to put things into perspective, to shake us out of our complacency. And recently, there have been too many. Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcett, Yasmin Ahmad and now, Jeffrey Lee. Of course, there were others in between and Jeff was hardly a celebrity, but he was the one who hit closest to home.

They say it was a motorcycle accident. We weren’t close but I think Jeff loved his bike. We’d met him during our dive trip to Sipadan in January. He was a dive instructor and he introduced himself as we were checking in at the airport. He probably took one look at the bunch of us and thought, I’m going to have to keep an eye on these guys. And he was right.

He saw the boys off on their wildly-ambitious swim to an oil-rig in the distance, and he tried to wave them in the right direction when it was clear they were going off-course. He sent the boat for them when he decided they probably weren’t going to make it, and he and I waited together for the boys to come back.

I only saw him once more after that trip – a few of us had drinks together one night – but the boys have seen him several times since. We are in shock. I can’t even imagine what his close friends and family are going through. Suddenly, nothing seems certain anymore.

Rest in peace, Jeff. We’ll always remember you. Thanks for being a part of our Sipadan experience; it was our best dive trip ever.

(Photo from G.)

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Phuket diving

First stop – King Cruiser Wreck. It’s this huge sunken passenger ferry that’s now teeming with marine life.

Second stop – Shark Point. Where we saw my first leopard shark. The colours here are breathtaking.

Third stop – Koh Doc Mai. I think lionfish are one of the most beautiful creatures ever.

For the full album, click here.

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My first leopard shark

When I see something big and not-so-common for the first time, there’s always a feeling of, “Oh my God I can’t believe I’m looking at a _____.” Meet my first leopard shark. It’s only a baby but it was still pretty damn cool.

Y and I are back from our four-day trip to Phuket. It was way more eventful than we would have liked – for starters, one of us got deported from Phuket because of visa problems and another almost couldn’t come back, long stories those – but it was a great trip with fantastic company all the same. We’ll make the next one less exciting.

Pictures (definitely) and more details (maybe) to come when I can. For now, I have the sniffles to combat and work is barely allowing me time to even breathe.

(Photo taken by Neil Stretch. Thanks mostly to leopark shark up there, Y and I bought the photos from our dives.)

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More Sipadan photos

Some of my favourites from Y’s collection of Sipadan snaps:

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22. Scuba dive in Sipadan

I hesitate to blog about our trip to Sipadan because my words, I feel, are simply inadequate. I cannot describe the sheer beauty of the underwater world or the awe that fills me when a turtle swims so close I could have reached out and touched it.

So I shall be selfish and hoard the memories instead, hugging them tight to my chest like a favourite pillow, only to be drawn upon in vivid pictures in my mind. I suppose this is one of those things that you really have to see for yourself, but it is true what they say about Sipadan, it is a diver’s paradise.

For my ongoing list of 100 things I want to do, go here.

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Love, Tioman

Many thanks to Raymond for these:


The ferry that took us from Mersing to Tioman. The 4pm ferry back never arrived; we finally managed to squeeze onto another one at about 5.30pm.


Putting toothpaste onto our masks. It’s supposed to prevent them from fogging up but spitting works just as well.


All suited up and almost ready to go.


One before the dive.


Getting into gear – oxygen tanks and all.


One of six dive sites we visited.


Lunch at… I don’t remember where.


The dive centre. The corridor to the left leads to the dorms and the bathroom (note singular form). That’s me hiding behind Y.


Our first night dive. It was raining, super cold and freaking awesome!


One for the album.

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I heart scuba diving

There’s nothing like a breathtaking coral reef teeming with tropical fish in crystal clear waters on a sunny day. Nothing. If I could freeze time and hang out there in awe for a while, I would. If I could develop the snapshots of my memory so I can share every second with you, I would. If I could describe even semi-adequately how stunning everything looks and exactly how I feel, I would.

There is something magical about a good dive; when the elements all work together to give you that perfect experience. Tioman over the weekend ranked right up there with Phuket as one of the best dive trips I’ve ever had. Not to say I’ve had a whole lot, but it was totally worth the miserable three-hour-plus drives through torrential rain and winding roads and foggy night.

When people talk about diving, they always talk about seeing the big things: hammerhead sharks, manta rays, whales… to see these creatures are every diver’s dream. But there comes a time when I think I get so caught up with the big things that I forget to appreciate the smaller beauties right in front of my eyes. Sometimes I catch myself spending precious minutes underwater looking out in hopes of seeing that something big, while totally not registering all the smaller (but no less beautiful) things passing before my mask.

Not anymore. Epiphany struck during dive number two on the weekend. I properly looked at – and promptly fell in love with – all the small tropical fish, who by the way are simply fascinating (Y will say it’s because I like cute things). The rich colours, the countless species… the schools of a thousand tiny fish… I guess we take them for granted after a while because there’re so many of them, and because we’re too busy waiting for the holy grail. Set against the backdrop of simply gorgeous coral reefs… like I said, if I could develop the mental snapshots…

And just as I learnt how to appreciate every tiny critter and every unique coral, we saw it – a turtle, swimming among it all. It was my first turtle, and I didn’t move until it had gone out of sight. It was to be the first of three sightings. The third time we saw a turtle it was in fantastically clear waters and it was maybe three feet from me. I watched it for as long as I dared without holding up the entire dive group. If I were alone, I might not have left for minutes more.

I heart scuba diving. In ideal conditions, it takes my breath away and inspires a dumbfounded awe like few things do. It reminds me of how beautiful the world we live in is – nay, beautiful does not even come close; it reminds me of just how small and insignificant I and my petty concerns are in the scheme of an endless (underwater) world; it reminds me of the Creator who formed all. I have always been a sucker for the beach; now I am (also) completely hooked on the unseen below the waves.

Anything that can make me lug a dead-heavy oxygen tank on my back, struggle clumsily with boots and fins and mask and weight belt and (the hardest of all) wetsuit over and over and over again, and then have to pay for it all, has really got to be something. I mean, I’m actually giving up shopping for this stuff. It’s that good.

We also saw lots of blue-spotted rays. And a wandering squid. And tons of the most amazing fish. We played with clownfish – still one of my favourites. And explored tunnels. And saw dolphins in the distance from our boat. I give up. I just can’t describe that feeling.

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missing Phuket scuba diving

Y and I are officially hooked on scuba diving after our recent Phuket trip. Here are some photos (neither of us in full gear and bubbles though):


Patong is all about shops and tourists. We couldn’t even find ourselves an authentic Thai meal because everything is steak, seafood and non-spicy Asian!


Heaps of tourists rent motorbikes to get around Phuket. Check out the “petrol stations” – the gas “pumps” look like IV drips for Frankenstein!


The boat we went diving with. It was top notch!


At the err… head(?) of the boat. I forget what the proper term is. I love the sun.


One of our dive sites. The two black dots are divers on the surface, the dark spots are coral reefs.


Karon beach. There are, quite literally, miles and miles of deckchairs in Phuket.


Y and I, while waiting for our burgers by the beach.


Look who we found during a sunset stroll along Kata beach! No, we didn’t take him home.

For all 49 of our Phuket photos, go here.

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