


I was so excited to dive again. Looking forward to it. Reviewing the basics and got in the water. And…actually had a panic attack when put my head in the water! So weird. A purely lizard brain response, and a logical one. But quite inconvenient. I’m bummed I can’t remember the name of the woman instructor who stayed and breathed with me and went up early with me because I ran out of air. I’m proud of myself for getting past it and diving. I even had self compassion during! I think if I’d allowed myself to mostly be frustrated with myself it wouldn’t have worked and I’d have had to abort. And not see all the neat fish!


Finally a bug I don’t over react to!










There was a great coffee/lunch place with a Kiwi expat server that chatted a while every time we went in. There was pretty good snorkeling you can take a boat to for cheap. But ask about the tides, they took us to an island that we basically couldn’t snorkel in the afternoon with the tide low. But they don’t tell you that buying the tickets. But knowing that I’d love to go back.
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