Ruth from Minuit decided to learn to scuba dive. A week later she landed in Rarotonga with a two-month internship at a local dive shop. They laughed at her bright '80s coloured wet suit bought for $10 off trade-me and pointed to the broom. She decided not to mention being a teeny bit afraid of water and started sweeping.. This is her blog from paradise.
(Like all good diary blogs it makes more sense if you start from the bottom up!)
Hi! I’m back. I’m ridiculously tanned - (it’s fading already), I love sharks, - (did you watch that Shark Water film?), and I am and Advanced level Scuba Diver!
wow, how the world has changed.
I put on gloves, scarf, hat, two pairs of sox, and those un-sexy thermal long trousery things… It’s awfully hard being sexy in winter huh?
Thanks so much to you guys for reading my blog and sending me comments and all that. It was VERY nice.
Blog close-down about to commence. See you next time a hair-brained scheme arises. All ideas gratefully received! Ka kite appopo Rararotonga!!
well, not only are these the last photos because I head home tomorrow, but also, they are last pics because after days and days of enjoying taking my camera underwater with a friend’s nice, safe, waterproof case; I flooded it! and it is dead! poor monkey. a fitting way to end perhaps - the camera is over and so is the holiday.
okay, so the knitting is about our next ep. we are getting it out real soon, (i am sure…) and it’s gonna be The Dance EP. Because people always say we are dance music, so on this ep, we will strive to be… i am knitting CD warmers in Rarotonga - and lemme tell you, people look at you funny when you are knitting on the beach here! but there is a method to the madness. when our ep is out, you can, if you want, also buy a CD Warmer, for a little bit extra, and, my dear, that little bit extra is going to go to a thing called the kenbe la foundation which a girl called emily set up after her man (and our friend) and 2 of their little girls were killed in the haiti earthquake. knit one, pearl one, throw a few away…
Ha! In the seventies, scuba diving took a MASSIVE dive (excellent pun girl, keep socking it to them). All because of a certain movie. I’ll let you guess it; give you some clues though - it has some actors in it, there’s like this thing, and then stuff happens and they all live happily-ever-after until the next movie.
okay, you see that photo a few blogs down of the moray eel sticking his head out of a rock? Today I saw a giant Giant one! (Like the giant Giant Trevally, it was a giant Giant Moray Eel…) Me and one of the instructors were on a dive, just chatting underwater -(as you do) and then he swam on and in the space his body used to occupy, was a giant Giant Moray sticking out of a rock! After I had a heart attack, I tried desperately to get the other divers attention so they could come back and perv. It was massive, people - exactly the kind of ‘monsters of the deep’ thing you wanna see when you are in the deep. Looking for monsters. I reckon it was as fat as my body and maybe 2m long - and this is after the 33% bigger that water makes objects look - (like that huh, I now know my water maths science stuff…!) Of course it was on the day that i didn’t take me camera, so you’re just gonna have to take my word for it. And would I lie to you?
Well, my eyes have been opened, and the fear has been balanced by understanding. If you have ever seen JAWS, you should see SHARK WATER. You can download this documentary for free - (it’s one of those things that they are begging you to watch). But, it aint really a date movie, so don’t save it for that special first date with that possibly special someone, or you may hunt me down, call me up and yell ‘YOU RUINED MY LIFE’ at me down the phone. Just to warn you, it does have some disturbing scenes - not least the one at the end with a dude swimming around in his budgie smugglers… Although I am much kinder to men, and call them moa smugglers.