Peaking beneath the waves
This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day8
Before I started this 10 day challenge I was writing about the adventures which my fiancé were having during our ‘pre-moon’ throughout Antarctica, South America and now Central America. It’s nice to get back to it.
This morning we woke up just as the sun was peering out over Utila which is part of the Bay Islands of Honduras. There wasn’t a breath of breeze meaning the bay outside our window was like a vast, glass top table. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and walked out to grab a coffee, I could hear the compressor going as the dive masters filled our oxygen tanks and could smell the bacon being cooked on the first of the day’s breakfast sandwiches. We were off for a morning of diving and hopefully some whale shark spotting.
We took a quick 20 minute ride out to our first dive site at Ted’s Point and after finishing our gear setup and safety checks we were in the water. As we released the remaining air from our buoyancy vests and sunk below the surface I was once again struck by the incredible marine world which covers so much of our planet. Around me, my fiancé and our other fellow divers were gently sinking slowly down leaving a trail of bubbles floating gently upwards like a 1000 tiny paper lanterns being released on a breezeless evening.
As we leveled out and began to fin forward we spread out and each began our own little silent journey of discovery with only the sound of our breathing in our ears. We paddled to a small wreck and then in, around, under and over countless coral outcrops buzzing with tiny fish of all shapes, colours and sizes. Huge coral fans waved in the light current while various other coral outcrops gleamed in the dappled blue light filtering down from above. There was oranges and reds, purples and greens, black and white and so many different shades of blue. Little spiral organisms would retreat into their burrow at the wave of your hand while tiny black fish would charge out to give an overblown challenge when you get too close to their underwater garden. It’s so different to the world above the surface and infinitely fascinating. Forever changing.
It always takes me 10-15 minutes to completely relax when diving and this morning it wasn’t until we reached the halfway point of our dive and started the return journey in a gentle but steady current that I totally switched off. My breathing slowed to a deep but steady rhythm almost like when I’m asleep, and my body had nothing to do but float in the current with only the very occasional kick to adjust direction or fin under a rock. I don’t meditate nor do yoga but the complete, effortless, weightlessness of diving produces for me such an amazing meditative state that it’s hard to put into words. I didn’t want it to end.
Unfortunately, as sure as night follows day, so does oxygen run out from your scuba tank and after nearly 50 minutes below the surface we pushed back up to the daylight. It felt great to take off my mask and breath in the slightly salty sea air. As we headed further out to sea to find some whale sharks I untangled myself from my gear and then perched up the front in the sun. It was a magic start to the day with more still to come…
Making days like this be a more regular part of our lives is exactly what we’re trying to do. We’ve been doing it for the past 10 months and hopefully have another 10 more to go. Beyond that, just like we took the decision to quit our jobs in management consulting, it will also be a conscious decision to keep living a version of this lifestyle albeit with a few 'little’ tweaks. We don’t want the backpacking lifestyle for the indefinite future but having greater flexibility and freedom is part of the plan but can only start with a conscious decision to make it so.
Hopefully we can make it happen.