Wrecks, Wrecks, Wrecks
If, from reading this blog, you got the idea that I do little more than diving and eating, then that is not too far from the truth. The occasional hour is spent at a massage or with walking around of course.
Other than that it is reading philosophy books and thinking about how simply by chance I ended up being born in a western country and not a dodgy neighborhood in SEA.
Not really advisable for claustrophobics this wreck diving thing. Always freaks me out to dive into these narrow openings but once inside it’s extremely cool. Still haven’t figured out whether my guide was joking about the unexploded ordnance still sitting in these wrecks…