Saturday – it is all planned, we go by boat to the Kerama Islands, about an hour sail from Okinawa, to do 3 dives. The reef around the isles churn with turtle and other monsters of the deep, silver beaches, swaying palms, bright blues and turquoise. Hmmm not to be. Saturday morning I awake to driving rain and howling wind. I go to the port anyway and there is Jan with other divers loading up the boat. It is early morning, there is a strong lack of enthusiasm. However off we go into the waves. Slam crash bang slam bang crash splash, wham kapow we glide on towards our tropical paradise. Spray breaks over the bows while the boat pitches and wallows. We remain very gritty with no one suggesting that maybe this isn’t the right day to go diving. Two young Chinese women are especially gritty, grinning and joking to keep our spirits up.
The further we go the worse it gets. “Turn the helm Mr Helmsman, lee ho!” cries the Captain. “Hooray!” cry the passengers.
I’m always enthusiastic. Don’t get it wrong there! 😉