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Travel Blog: Malaysia- Part Two: Dives, Vibes, & An Indoor Water Feature

Welcome back to my two part series on my most recent trip to Malaysia! If you are new here, welcome, I’m happy to have you. I just wanted to let you know that there’s a part one to this whole adventure that you may want to stop, go back, & take a gander at before we continue on. Totally up to you if you’d like to do that, there’s probably some set ups & introductions in there that will be continued on here, but either way, I’m happy you’re here! I’ll link part one in a big ole button below this introductory paragraph before we get that big, bold “part two” title & continue on. If you read part one & are here for part two, you honor me with your commitment! Thanks to you as well! Alright, enough of my jabbering, let’s get back to it shall we?


PART TWO:

Day Five


Our morning dive time reset. The previous day, with our trip to Sipadan, we’d had to be up & at the boat by 6 AM. Today we weren’t required on the jetty until 8 AM. That didn’t stop the call to prayer from waking us up, though I think Evan & I pushed through until around 6/6:30 at which point we gave up & went down to breakfast.

Following the day prior, Evan had resigned himself to ‘possibility.’ He would go down to the jetty for each perspective dive, sit through the briefing, & decide, based on the brief, whether the dive was for him or not. We call that growth folks. Snaps for the growth.

Evan didn’t end up going, but this morning we were heading over to the neighboring island of Kapalai to dive the house reef of Sipadan Kapalai Dive Resort, called “Mandarin Gardens.” The house reef featured a number of man made structures that acted both as wave breakers & as artificial reefs & they were full to the gills with macro life!

Ornate Ghost Pipefish

Nudibranch

Chocolate Chip Starfish

Although we were all fairly on top of one another this dive & the visibility was only about 30 feet, the sight was exceptional. There was a lot of “look at this, no wait, look at that, ooo, look what I found!” going around. Right off the bat, in the water Roy found an black Ornate Ghost Pipefish. We found a number of Mantis Shrimp, a Crocodile Fish, tons of Rabbitfish & Angels, Nudibranchs on nubibranchs on nudibranchs, Coral Shrimp, Chocolate Chip Starfish, Coral Catfish, more Batfish, another Flamboyant Cuttlefish, & finally something I never thought I’d see again in my life, much less all the way up here off the coast of Borneo. The Lembeh Sea Dragon.

I’m going to stop here & geek out over a fish for a second. This is my blog, I can do that if I want. The Lembeh Sea Dragon is a fish that most divers go their entire lives without seeing, in part because it is so very difficult to see. It looks like a piece of hair or a little bit of algae that’s come loose from the reef & is hanging on by a thread as it sways in the current, & I guess that’s the point. The dragon is only around 1mm in width & is only about 3-4 cm in length, that is about the thickness of a fingernail & the length of your average table grape. Tiny. The crazy part is, the guy that spotted it did so from a good 10 feet above it. It was unfortunately too small for my videos to pick up & focus on.

Flamboyant Cuttlefish

Mantis Shrimp

I first saw a Lembeh Sea Dragon when I was diving the Lembeh Strait back in October of 2022. You can read about that here. The Lembeh Strait is a 10 mile long stretch of ocean that sits between the islands of North Sulawesi & Lembeh in Indonesia. It is also one of the premiere dive spots in the world because of the muck diving here & the specialized creatures that live here, like the Lembeh Sea Dragon. It is also around 825 miles from Sipadan as the crow flies. You can then imagine my surprise at finding this tiny little special speck that far north of its typical habitat. I was geeking out then, just as I am now.

After out dive had concluded we went back to Mabul for our surface interval. The food & beverage offerings were once again coffee, tea, juice, cake, & toast. I leaned into the toast & had my entire first slice crumple in the toaster. The tending resort workers & I spent the next ten minutes or so getting it out of the toaster bit by little bit. & yes, it was unplugged. The pineapple jam on slice #2 made the struggle all worth it though.

Fimbriated Moray Eel

Orangutan Crabs

Giant Green Moray Eel

Dive two was back on Mabul as well, this time at a site called “Coral Reef Gardens.” It was a wall dive that also had its fair share of fun little inhabitants to observe. We found a number of Orangutan Crabs in Bubble Coral (the gesture for which I got to demonstrate on land to several people after the fact), a Yellow Boxfish, lots of eels (one of which was a Fimbriated Moray & one Green Moray that was truly massive), a teeny black Frogfish, some Sexy Shrimp (another fun one to try & give hand signals for), &, of course, a number of Nudis, Turtles, & some impressive schools of Anthias! By the way, the dive signal that I gave for “Orangutan Crab” was arms scratching up my sides from hip to arm pit followed by a pincer motion. Tonny replied back to me with the pincer motion & mimed pulling at long hairs on his forearm. I liked mine better.

Lunch was the usual fanfare & was followed in the early afternoon by our afternoon dive.

This dive was only Erica, Jennifer, Roy, Tonny, & me. At least from our boat. The site was just off the resort, but wasn’t Paradise 1 or 2. Instead it was the Seaventures Dive Rig just off shore from us.

Sexy Shrimp

Flower Urchin

Day Octopus

The Seaventures Dive Rig is an old oil rig turned dive hotel & dive site. The rig is mounted into the ocean floor below it at a depth of only around 30-40 feet & features an abundance of man made reefs, all of which are host to a plethora of marine life. Once again, specifically macro. It’s only about a minute & a half-two minute boat ride from the jetty of our dive resort.

The visibility when we got down was pretty low, maybe 20-30 feet max. Additionally, once you got out from under the rig the current was blasting. That’s not to say it wasn’t a great dive with lots to see. There were mantis shrimp, lots of nudis, crocodile fish, eels (including a male Ribbon Eel), Lionfish, Stonefish, Cherry Grouper, big ole Jellyfish, tons of beautiful corals, a type of urchin I had never seen before called a Flower Urchin, a little orange frogfish, Scorpionfish, & we rounded out our dive with a Day Octopus cradled in the rock, completely white.

Clownfish In Anemone

I ended the dive with a little less air than I would’ve liked. I remember slowly ascending up the line that we used to have our safety stop in the midst of the rushing current, just watching my breath drop 10 psi with each methodic one I took, making sure Roy & his spare was in reach if needed. It’s not that I wasn’t checking my air, it was the current kick up & fighting it that caused me to burn through my supply on our way back to our entry point. Evan was less than pleased at the number I told him when I was done. Again, we recognized the problem, & went about ending the dive once it happened & had steps in place in case my air went too far down.

The rest of our evening was spent at the bar with the group. I sat there editing video, Evan edited photos, we had fries, samosas, rum & cokes, & went off to dinner when we were informed of its readiness. It was another early evening though as our 6 AM call to Sipadan awaited us in the morning.

Sipadan Shore by Evan Buddenbohn

End Of Day Five


Day Six

Back to Sipadan which once again meant back to that 5 AM wake up. We’d planned in advanced this time & ended up getting some cookies from the souvenir shop to have as breakfast so there was at least something on the stomach for dives & medications. We’d snagged a Thai brand of Oreos called Cream-O’s (yes, that’s their real name) & honestly, they were pretty solid! We’ll get more into Cream-O’s later on in this blog, I’m sure!

Sunrise On The Way To Sipadan

The protocol for this morning was the same as our first trip to Sipadan; 6 AM departure with everything loaded onto the boat, 45 minute crossing to Sipadan, check-in at the park office, dive briefing, dive. This morning’s first dive was at “Barracuda Point” just around the bend from where we’d been two days prior. Evan naturally opted out because of the current & instead chose to stay on Sipadan to read & sit on the beach.

Barracuda Point was actually a really solid dive! The visibility was way better than the days prior & while we didn’t run into any schools of Barracuda or Bumphead Parrotfish, we did at least see some, amongst a lot of other things.

Yellowfin Tangs

Six-banded Angelfish

Clown Triggerfish

For starters, the coral here was outstanding. All different shades & expressions as far as the eye could see. The top reef was only about 10-20 feet below the surface & then the entirety of the rest of it slopped off gradually on either side of the point to about 60 feet. Like I said, we did see the two target species here. We ended up running into about four or five different bumpheads & managed one barracuda as it swam along the drop off. Nemo’s parents beware.

Bumphead Parrotfish

In addition we ran into a school of Yellowfin Tangs, a couple of Clown Triggerfish, a rather large set of fish bones, a Six-Banded Angelfish, another huge green moray, a Whitetip Reef Shark, tons of Bubble-Tip Anemones with Clownfish, schools on schools of Green Chromis, & a big ole Napoleon Wrasse! The other half of our group saw an Indo-Pacific Leopard Shark & the FOMO there hit hard.

Our surface interval was also a similar set up as the two days before. Fried noodles, hard boiled eggs, fruit, toast, tea, coffee, & little sausages followed by a briefing for dive number two of the day.

Dive two was also at a dive site close to one from the first trip to Sipadan, this one was on the other side of the island from Barracuda Point at a wall dive called “Staghorn Crest,” so named because of the abundance of Staghorn Coral on the reef here. This site had been requested by Erica because she wanted to get better photos of the schools of Jacks that populate the area. Her request was “get me in the middle of a jack tornado.” So we went jack hunting.

You can see the schools of jacks from the surface of the water, they appear like ever morphing shadows under the surface. We pulled right up to one & Jennifer, Tonny, & Erica were off before the propeller could die down. I was the first in of my group of Darin, his daughter, Deb, & Roy & as soon as I was in the school of jacks came thundering beneath me just about 15 feet below. They swept through followed by Erica with her camera rig finning after them.

The vis on this dive was less than stellar, but I experienced something I’d never experienced in the ocean before here. It swept over the reef almost like a cloud cascading over a mountain top.

Anthias

We were down at around 40 feet after moseying around the wall. Our visibility was already only around 20-30 feet when all of a sudden this cloud of silt & sediment descended upon us. It cut our already fairly low visibility down to around 5 feet on average. At one point the sediment was so thick that I could barely see my hand when I stretched it all the way out in front of me. The craziest part was that it was temporary. We pushed through, continuing on the direction we had been, & eventually came out the other side of it, instantly gaining 10s of feet of visibility.

Other than the jacks, the cloud, & the sheer abundance of Turtles, the dive was less than stellar. Not mad at it though, it was a pretty relaxing one with the current sweeping us sheepishly along.

Smaller “Dinosaur”

Back at the resort we checked off our daily game of “spot the dinosaur” only this time it was a different Asian Water Monitor Lizard than before, this one was much smaller than the one we’d been spotting around the island.

Before departing from the rest of our boat for lunch & the afternoon we were asked by Jennifer if we wanted to join her, her family, Darin’s family, & Erica on an excursion into the village in search of alternative food. They’d been told there were several markets in the village where we could purchase food, though all of the little restaurants on the island were closed for the ongoing observation of the final week of Ramadan. The six of us gathered down by the jetty & began our walk around the island.

One of the main paths on Mabul cuts between the entrance to the resort & the jetty. It then goes all the way across the broad side of the island, curves & meanders through the local village, before looping you back around to the front entrance of the resort once again. We struck out at the first stall which then led us to push farther into the village.

I was clearly at a height disadvantage here as most of the electrical for the homes & businesses, weaving the street, sat about eye level. Any time I needed to cross from one side of the path to the other I had to duck down to avoid the lines.

We eventually found a shop that had some of the items the others were after, picking out chips, some toiletries that were needed, some other different snack foods, & a few local or sought after beverages that were missing from the resort.

Village Laundry by Evan Buddenbohn

The whole time we were wandering the village we had the local children coming up to us so they could offer up any English phrases they knew along with a smile & a laugh. We’d reply back accordingly, but it was typically already at the length of the conversation’s capability. They do much better than me though, I could hardly offer up even the most basic of greetings in Malay, even after spending a week there.

At one point a woman who on a video call got very excited at our passing, turned the camera on us, & informed the person on the other end of the line to “look!” Exclaiming, “we have guests!” We all smiled & waves before moving on through the village.

Once we returned to the resort it was lunch time. Most of us were satisfied with our gatherings from the excursion, but we went by anyway just to fill in any gaps we felt we were missing in our afternoon meal. Towards the end of lunch it started to rain. At first is was just a sprinkle, which we used to return to our room before the downpour came, & boy did it.

We were just about back to our room when the storm unleashed. Massive rain drops hit like meteors in the dry dirt, the trees roared with the wind & the smattering of the droplets. We ran the rest of the way back & quickly pulled our drying gear from off the rack on the balcony.

Not three minutes into the storm the waterfall started.

Remember in part one when I talked about waking up in the middle of the night unable to breathe? This was around night #2 at the resort. I remember distinctly telling Evan that what I was feeling was similar to when there is an abundance of mold present in a room. I am very allergic to mold. Well, we now know the source.

Indoor Water Feature #1

Yes, the waterfall started. Down the wall between my bed & the air conditioning unit was about a three foot wide cascade of water streaming down the side of the wall & dripping from the ceiling. I quickly got up, moved my laptop that was charging on the outlet right under the leak & scooted out the bed from the wall. As soon as we had done that we noticed the trickle of water that was starting to emerge from under the baseboards on the opposite side of the room. It began to pool & puddle pretty quickly. I gathered my shoes & an umbrella & made my way back to the dining hall which also housed the reception desk for the resort.

Indoor Water Feature #2

Once there the woman at the desk call for housekeeping. She then asked me to return to our room & wait. About five minutes later a man from housekeeping showed up, took some pictures, & told us to wait here. Then we heard nothing for about an hour & a half.

By the hour & a half mark I decided that I would need to return to guest services to see what the plan was. Once I got there I was informed they had moved us rooms & had apparently already prepared it for us about an hour earlier, the only problem was that the room was directly below the one we were in. It shared the same walls, the same ceiling/floor, everything. So I expressed that.

The woman working the desk, to her credit, had very good English. Again, far exceeding any grasp I could possibly have on Malay, but we weren’t bridging the gap of language barrier. I was trying to explain that due to my severe mold allergy I would need to be away from that room as much as possible. Nothing sharing walls, ceilings, floors, etc.. She just kept saying that she understood before saying they moved us to the room downstairs. Eventually I did the annoying tourist thing that I try to avoid, pulled out google translate, & illustrated the problem in Malay. That made it click. She then informed housekeeping one more time & they tidied a room & moved us down to another building, not connected to the first.

After The Rain by Evan Buddenbohn

We’d skipped out on doing an afternoon dive in favor of a night/sunset dive. Those of us who were invested in the night dive (Erica, Jennifer, Roy, & myself) all met down at the docks around 6 PM. We also ended up diving with another guide that evening, but I unfortunately never got his name. At this point the rain had been over with for about two hours, but it had unfortunately left all of our gear from the morning pretty soaked. At least they were now cleaner than before, though that wetsuit was absolutely freezing to put on.

Our dive started around 6:30. At this point the sun had almost entirely set & night was rapidly upon us. We just dove right off the end of the jetty, technically doing a shallower redo of “Paradise 2” in the dark, only maxing out at about 40 feet. It was actually a wonderful night dive spot, mixing a bit of muck diving with reef. There were lots of things out & about for the evening & lots of things that had come in to the reef or nestled down in the sand for shelter during the night ahead.

The craziest thing was the amount of urchins that had come out for the night. They were literally everywhere covering most of the rocks, decking, sand, or anything else. Long Spined Urchins literally everywhere. I always wonder where they go during the day & how they manage to navigate the crags & cubbies they hide in with spines that are around a foot long.

We almost immediately found another day octopus (though I guess it would then have been a night octopus…………….) upon our descent into the darkness. It clearly didn’t want anything to do with us & kept attempting to use a shell to cover up the entrance to the cave it had found to hunker down in. After that the dive was a veritable blend of invertebrates & predatory fish.

We saw a large handful of hermit crabs ranging from size from fingernail to soccer ball. We found several black Forskal’s Slugs, a cluster of rabbitfish attempting to appear as a rock on the ocean floor, Tube Anemones, Hancock’s Flatworms, some sleeping sea turtles, Tile Starfish, a Papal Miltre, a small school of Antennata Lionfish, a Zebra Eel, lots of different Pufferfish, a Banded Pipefish, a Velutin Snail, lots of nudibranchs, a big ole Horned Helmet Snail buried in the sand bed, a Bearded Fireworm, some Shrimpfish hiding amongst the spines of the urchins, & two juvenile Harlequin Sweetlips wiggling about.

By the time we’d finished the dive the tide was up so high that we could just float up onto the dock to get out. We quickly dried, stored our gear, & made our way down to dinner which was on the verge of closing out. After that we were all fairly beat & called it a night.

Washed Up Trees On Sipadan by Evan Buddenbohn

End Of Day Six


Day Seven

This was to be our last day of diving. If you’re unfamiliar with dive protocol you’re not supposed to dive within 24 hours prior to a flight. So, typically dive resorts keep your last day with them clear so that you can keep that window of time clear. Since we weren’t out at Sipadan we got to sleep in a bit AND have breakfast.

We were back out at Kapalai this morning. Our dive site was “Little Okinawa.” Not entirely sure why the site was called that, but it featured a sloped reef that led to a sandy bottom with another smaller reef on the other side. Erica & Jennifer went off with Tonny & Darin, his daughter, Deb, & I went down with Roy, as per the usual arrangement.

I’d been having a bit of trouble with my ear the previous day or so, I could feel the eustachian tubes getting sore from all of the equalizing, & I had a bit of trouble off & on throughout the week with a reverse squeeze in my left ear. Some of you may remember that I actually perforated my left ear drum back in March of 2024 in the Philippines. You can read about that here. Well… It reopened…

After years of healing that included diving along the way, my left ear decided it wanted to go ahead & perforate again.

It was entirely unexpected & happened in only about 30 feet of water. I remember clearing my ear upon decent, which did so without issue, then having a horrible reverse squeeze when I happened back up a foot or so with passing current. When I went back down to try & relieve the reverse squeeze I was met with severe pain. My dive group was gathered around a decent sized Broadclub Cuttlefish at the time just under out entry point & I almost called the dive then & there. The pain was so bad that I started tearing up but then like nothing, it went away. So before I could even attempt to convey the “I’m out” message, it had dissipated. I thought I was in the clear until we started to ascend at the end of the dive & I could feel it/hear it. The little tiny bubbles slipping out of the tiny hole in my ear drum as the gas within expanded from the decrease in ambient pressure. Luckily I wear a diver’s earplug in that ear, so minimal saltwater got in, but it’s still incredibly uncomfortable.

The literal hole in my head aside, the dive was actually pretty good! I mentioned the Cuttlefish, we ended up also seeing a Dwarf Cuttlefish towards the end of the dive. The front half of the dive was actually a little light on things to see & Darin & his daughter ended up calling the dive about halfway through & left Deb & Roy & me to continue on. Once they’d left we found all of the good stuff of course. Clear Cleaner Shrimp, Sexy Shrimp, heaps of different kinds of nudibranchs, some doing fun things. A group of around 10 black lionfish, some of which were free swimming in the current. Itty bitty baby clownfish, a field of Garden Eels, a white stonefish, a juvenile black ribbon eel, & of course more turtles & the aforementioned bobtail cuttlefish. Deb also put it perfectly when she came up & said “wow, absolutely just drunk on coral” & she was correct, the colors on the coral at Little Okinawa were magnificent.

Bougainvillea By Evan Buddenbohn

Naturally, with my bum drum, I didn’t go on anymore dives, though the rest of the folks did. I ended up spending the rest of the day oscillating reading poolside & editing video down on the jetty. At some point Evan got a massage & I made the incredibly stupid decision to try & get the water out of my ear with a bit of “Swimmer’s Ear” solution. Which, is you’re not aware, is a mixture of glycerin & alcohol. Oh, & I made the really stupid decision to equalize my ear while doing it so that the solution would get into the inner ear. I felt like someone was manually ripping my ear off of my head. You’re welcome for that macabre diversion by the way.

From there we eventually found our way down to the shop where we purchased the Blueberry varietal of Cream-O’s before heading to the bar for further editing, drinks, fries, & samosas.

Y’all. The Blueberry Cream-O’s. Exceptional. I know back in day six I said we’d talk about Cream-O’s further. Well the time has come.

The blueberry flavor is not like an Oreo. It maintains that shape & vibe, but it is a vanilla cookie with vanilla cream in the center & a nice little dollop of blueberry jam on the top. They are pang as the British say! I liked them so much that I ate an entire pack of them in one night. I then had to go back before we left & buy four sleeves of them to take home. Cannot recommend enough & some of the rest of our group was well on board with them also by the time we left.

As the evening let on more & more people filtered into the bar. At a certain point, so did the dive crew. They had the next day off for Eid, the end of Ramadan, & were celebrating a successful week of work with a bottle of scotch that Roy had procured.

When dinner was called we all drifted down & had our fill. Afterwards I told Evan that I wasn’t yet tired & we made our way back across the resort onto the jetty & returned to the bar.

I could tell we spoiled their fun a little bit. That wasn’t my intention at all & I understand that at the resort bar the guests’ wants & comforts come first. But as we walked down the jetty towards the bar we could hear it, karaoke.

We strolled in & sat down on the outer edge. We ordered our typical rum & coke & sat there. As soon as we were sat the staff stopped doing karaoke & resorted to doomscrolling or eating the food they’d had delivered. Ev & I felt bad so we got up to leave after finishing our drink so that they could get back to enjoying their night off. It was here, while we were waiting for the bartender to return to cash out, that we were met at the counter by Roy & his bottle of scotch. He graciously asked us to have a drink with him, which we agreed to, then before we could order our own drinks so as not to subtract from his hard earned scotch, he poured us two very large glasses filled with the brown liquid. He proceeded to shoot his while Evan & I sipped gingerly. It was here that I think the levity was able to creep back in & Karaoke resumed.

The guides kept apologizing profusely to us about the lower than average visibility we’d had over the week. They explained that the rainy season had lasted longer than it usually did & that they had gotten about twice as much rain as they typically do in a year, so all of the rivers were still washing out the silt from the mainland that had yet to settle in the ocean. We just kept reassuring them that it was okay & also, definitely wasn’t their fault or the resorts fault, that we still had a great time filled with great dives. We’d just need to come back a little later in the season next time.

Another tall rocks glass of scotch later for each of us & we were being propositioned to sing. I knew Evan wouldn’t do it so I accepted. The Malaysians then chose “Tennessee Whiskey” by Chris Stapleton as my song to sing because we were from Tennessee.

How is it that I always end up singing on dive trips? I’m not mad at it & am happy to have fun with it & all that jazz, it just always seems to happen.

After I finished Tennessee Whiskey I was asked to perform another before we left. Evan was sat at the bar getting drunker & drunker & the bottle of scotch just kept extending our way. He eventually looked at me & said “if you don’t sing so we can leave I’m going to pass out.” So I  sang “Feeling Good” & we stumbled back down the jetty to our room to fall quickly asleep.

House Reef From Above by Evan Buddenbohn

End Of Day Seven


Day Eight

Our last day at the resort was very casual. We slept in a bit, got down to breakfast, sat around by the pool for a while, & basically just all around relaxed. In the early afternoon, about an hour or so after lunch, I, myself, got a massage! It, much like the rest of the day was very relaxed.

At some point we went around doing our due diligence; closing out tabs, handing out tips, stocking up on Blueberry Cream-O’s, gathering & packing up our dive gear (hanging out what needed drying still to dry), packing up our clothes, & preparing for our early morning departure the next day. Naturally I also spent much of the day editing videos & piecing together different things for this blog series.

Flags On The Jetty

Just before sunset we all gathered at the end of the jetty. The Duffins (Darin & the fam) are proper fans of a sunset cruise, especially as a way of closing out a stay & in all honesty, I dig it. It’s got a sense of chill style to it. Folks ordered drinks from the bar for the excursion then we gathered in one of the dive boats & were off.

The drive around the island was truly a cruise. A slow mosey which came in high contrast to the majority of the rides we’d had in the dive boats over the week. Then it didn’t matter that we were getting splattered against the waves, we were going to get wet anyway. Now we had on nicer clothing, phones, cameras, & the like.

We were joined on board by Roy & Tonny, additionally there was another boat of tourists that were following us around, taking in the amazing views & crystal waters that the island had to offer. We rounded the island, passing by each of the resorts, interacting with the locals along the way who had come up to sell us fish, crab, or lobster, before we wrapped around to the West side of Mabul to sit & watch the sunset.

Borneo Sunset

Steven, one of the guys in our group, did something that I really enjoyed & I am definitely stealing for later trips. He brought a Polaroid Camera. He’d snap pictures, mostly of locals, then hand the photos directly to them. Each time was met with a bit of confusion, followed by an outburst of joy & it was such an endearingly human thing to see. I think we often forget how much photography used to be a physical media form. How many people, anywhere in the world, have a recent photograph of themselves that they can physically hold or display? I know we don’t have many. Most of us keep our stores of photos in digital spaces & never have something of ourselves or the people we care about that is tangible. What an amazing, yet simple, gift to offer up to the people who have welcomed you into their space & allowed you to exist & habitat their land & their waters for a week. He continued this around with the resort & dive staff as well.

The sunset over Borneo was breathtaking. The mountains of the island melted seamlessly into the thunderheads outlining the edge of them in a soft orange glow while the sty remained a soft blue. We sat there on the western edge for around thirty minutes, just taking in the sky & the village from an entirely new angle. It was such a lovely capstone to the trip.

Dinner was being served by the time that we arrived back at the dock. We made our way down as a group, had one last dinner together, then went off our separate ways to finish packing & any other preparation for the early morning & long travel day we had ahead of us.

Boat Of Mabul by Evan Buddenbohn

End Of Day Eight


Day Nine

Sunrise Fishermen

It was almost like we were headed to Sipadan again. We had been instructed to be up by 5 AM & have our bags packed & waiting outside of our rooms. Resort staff then came around with several massive wheelbarrow like carts, filled the to the brim with our belongings, & carted them down to the end of the jetty. Our time to be at the end of the jetty was 5:30 AM with an aimed departure time of 5:45, though we didn’t end up pushing off until right around 6.

Similar to how we got to the island, we were all loaded into a boat with rowed seating & all of our luggage was loaded into the back. The morning crossing was much less choppy than the week prior & we got to watch the sunrise over the Celebes Sea one last time.

Once we got back to Semporna, we were presented with a little take away breakfast. It consisted of some watermelon, a hard boiled egg, & a butter sandwich. We sat outside a closed Starbucks munching away on them until the bus was pulled around & we & our luggage were loaded up.

At this point it was just short of 7 AM & the more time we sat waiting to depart in the bus, the closer the Starbucks we’d been sat at was to opening. Finally right at 7 AM the driver got on & got ready to depart. He was halted by someone up front who asked if we had time to step back off & get a coffee from the recently unlocked Starbucks, he said that we did so we all went in & got coffees & pastries for the road. Ev & I are typically not Starbucks patrons but availability & lack of caffeination got the better of us & we indulged.

Back on the road with an Ube Muffin & an Ice Kacang Frappe we headed from Semporna back to the Tawau Airport. I read & napped along the way & we arrived at the airport just before 9 AM. We got all checked in & still had a bit of time before we needed to get through the small security station they had, so we all filed back into the line for Subway to get a bit of food for the plane ride back to Kuala Lumpur.

Once through security we found ourselves doing a lot of ‘hurry up & wait,’ moving from one seated section to another to another until finally it was time to board our 11:30 Air Asia flight back to the mainland.

Evan & I didn’t realize we had so much time between our arrival back in Kuala Lumpur & our departure to Singapore. About 2/3rds of the group were going on back to The States the evening of our arrival, another 1/3rd (minus us) was staying in Kuala Lumpur for a few more days, then we were going on to Singapore to spend a couple of days there.

We’d flirted with the idea of going to a lot of different places across Asia after finishing up our time in Borneo. I’m always of the mind that if I’m flying halfway around the world, I might as well make the most of it & see something or somewhere else while I’m over there. We’d floated the option of a full additional week in Japan or Thailand, leaning heavily into the idea of the former. We then thought well, if we’re not going to do a whole week, where would we like to spend a few days, & those options came up as Hong Kong, Shanghai, or Singapore. We did lean heavily on Japan as the choice at first, like I said, but decided against it when we realized we’d have to haul our big bags all over Japan, which it is not conducive to. We opted for the shorter time in Singapore where I had been, but Evan hadn’t.

So we bid the group goodbye, handing our hugs & good luck & made our way up to the ticketing counter to see if we could move to the earlier flight to Singapore since our flight into Malaysia had gotten in so much earlier than we’d anticipated. They were unfortunately entirely booked up, so we got to wait around for 6 hours for our evening flight out.

They went ahead & let us check our bags, which was nice, so that we didn’t have to haul them around the airport. With a ton of time to kill, we took the opportunity to hit up Din Tai Fung & get some dumplings.

The irony of us going to Din Tai Fung in one of the best food cities in the world is not lost on me. Sure, we could go to a local spot that probably blows it out of the water at a fourth of the cost, & sure, I’m sure there was probably one such stall somewhere in the airport, but Din Tai Fung holds a special place in our hearts as occasional Los Angelinos & it’s based in Taiwan anyway.

We got a number of soup dumplings, shui mai, fried rice, & a bao or two. It was interesting having it in Malaysia because they didn’t serve pork due to Malaysia being predominantly Muslim. Pork is not halal, if you didn’t know. The real star of the show at Din Tai Fung though is their chocolate dumplings which come with a vanilla cream dipping sauce. They’re incredibly rich & altogether slap so hard.
After lunch we decided to walk around the mall attached that we’d walked through several days prior in the early morning hours while being escorted by Jasmine. It was majority food, but there were also quite a few clothing shops as well. We ended up in a pretty large grocery store at one point where we witnessed the universal International traveler experience.

A man had ask one of the workers at the shop for a specific item & the language barrier was barriering. So he pulled out his phone, typed in the ask, then extended the screen out towards the face of the man he was asking for help from. & there it was, the universal International traveler experience. Runs into a language barrier. Pulls out phone. Types in what they’re after in Google or Apple translate. Fully extends arm out towards other person with screen facing them. It happens in every country I’ve ever been in. I’m of course guilty of it too at times.

After a while we found ourselves tired of walking around & returned to ticketing to then return to the coffee. for another out of this world iced hazelnut latte. We sat there a bit, charging our devices, before we decided it was time to move on & make our way through security.

There’s not much else to this tale of Malaysia other than maybe the fact that we had to go through three different security checkpoints to get to our Scoot flight to Singapore. It departed Kuala Lumpur at about 7:30 in the evening & they had us sat aboard a dreamliner for an hour long flight south.

Shallow Waters By Evan Buddenbohn

End Of Day Nine


Waves On Sipadan by Evan Buddenbohn

End Of Part Two & Blog Series…..Kind Of….


Requested Blog: The Music Man & The Sea

Today we have ourselves another blog request. It’s funny, for a long time I put out feelers on weeks where I was feeling a bit like the well of my creativity is running a bit dry & most of the time those have come back with zilch. Once I rephrased the blog type as basically being my own personal request line, the requests came flooding in. I got a ton of suggestions this week but this one, which retapped the well & that felt the most intriguing to me to explore. This week’s prompt comes from my line time friend, the ever brilliant Dr. Morgan Turner. Doc Turner proposed the question: how do the ocean & music relate in my world, or how do they not?

A truly intriguing question!

If you’re someone who knows me or follows me in any small capacity you may have taken notice to my undying & blistering love for the sea. Why I don’t live by one, ask Nashville. But you see, there lies the disconnect. I have these two great loves; music & the ocean & yet the nature of the music I do & the place I inhabit keep these two worlds apart for me. Could I move to Los Angeles & be by the ocean, yes but I also have the conundrum of not wanting to inhabit a shoebox for the price of what I have here in Nashville. Really what it boils down to is that I’m unable to have my cake & eat it too, at least in the capacity that I want to be able to. So I guess that’s how they’re dissonant on a logistical & physical level, going deeper than that requires a bit more thought though.

How does the ocean relate to my music, or how does it not? To be quite frank & curt in my response, I’m not sure they do & maybe that’s a problem. Maybe a part of the reason why I feel so disjointed, disconnect, & lost most of the time is because I have forced my two great loves to be separate entities that I have to portion myself out for both spiritually & physically & maybe I need to find a way to marry the two. Maybe I need to spend a little time in & by the ocean sampling the sounds, the subtle nuances, & figuring out in what ways they inspire me to create. In all honesty, I’ve never tried to join the two & maybe that’s part of the problem.

Maybe I’m looking at my life the wrong way. Maybe instead of seeing myself as this person looking down a million different paths trying desperately to choose the right one, hoping I do, maybe I need to look at my life with the path starting in a different location.

On another note I think the ocean has always been an escape for me. It’s the place that I go to be at peace, to disconnect, to be in wonder & marvel at the world. I don’t know if it’s a place that I feel inspires me in the musical sense. Music occupies less of a therapeutic lens for me & more of a lens of enjoyment & fun. I make music because performing is what makes me feel alive. I make music because my narcissism loves a stage & a crowd & if I’m being honest, being the center of attention, something that I feel like I loathe in my day to day life. The stage is where I go to feel like I matter to society at large, the ocean is where I go to heal & dissolve away into nothing. So I guess in a lot of ways they sit at opposite ends of the spectrum.

This got a lot more introspective & revelationary (I know it’s not a word, but it should be) than I thought it would! Maybe I do need to attempt to bridge the gaps in my life a little better. Maybe I should look into finding a place that allows me to have all of my loves in one place while still keeping me out of life in what is basically a dormitory. Maybe I should be more open to that idea & the idea of relocation if I feel it’s something that will serve me & mine.

Keep these recs coming, they’re fun! If you have a blog suggestion please don’t hesitate to reach out, I’m definitely going to start a list & keep track of the ones I feel drawn to even if another occupies the weekly space!

As always, much love to you all!

-C

Travel Blog: Bonaire: Part Two- You Are Now Free To Dive About The Island.

BONAIRE


Hiya! Welcome back! You’ve stumbled upon the second part of my blog regarding my dad & my trip to Bonaire! If you haven’t read Part One you can find it linked below! I would advise reading the original before venturing into this here sequel, simply for continuity’s sake. Once you’re done you’re more than welcome to join the rest of us here on our second & final part!


PART TWO:

Day Three

We were officially free to roam about to cabin, or in this case, the island. No longer were we contained to Calabas Reef or training dives, it was time to go out & have some leisurely fun. I’d planned out our dive sites the evening prior & basically gave my dad the “trust me” when it came to choosing them, which he did.

One of the main reasons that divers flock to Bonaire is the sheer freedom of it. The vast majority of Bonaire is shore diving, boat dives are few & far between & if they are involved it’s usually at Klein Bonaire or the National Park, both of which are currently closed because of the spreading coral disease. Resorts rent out tanks & vehicles & people load them up to go off to one of the many sites around the island & walk right into the ocean.

I’d planned four dives for us on the Friday in question, loading up the truck with three tanks each before heading off. The first dive site in question was to be at the Southern tip of the island at a spot called Red Slave.

Not a great name, I know, & it detoured me from buying a few shirts later on that has the dive sites all listed on them, but the site gets its name from the historical site adjacent to it. Red Slave is so named because it features a red obelisk & a number of red huts which were former slave dwellings during the days of the slave driven salt trade in Bonaire. There are several obelisks along the west coast of the island, each bearing a color of the dutch flag (including one for the monarchy), & each representing a different grade of salt that was sold at that specific site.

History aside, Red Slave is a well sought after dive site that is typically skipped over because of the swells & the current, but we’d been tipped off by Jack the night before that the current forecast was calling for lower than normal currents at the site in the morning. So we set our sights on Red Slave & made it the site of our first dive of the day. After parking & suiting up we made our way into the water.

The site at Red Slave has a long expanse of sand before the reef drop off. The sloped is rather aggressive, though no where near a sheer wall like the dives up north are. The majority of the coral life here are different varieties of whips & gorgonians, things that like to flow in the current. Apparently this site is also an almost guaranteed turtle sighting, of which we saw none. What we did see were lots of little Pederson Shrimp, a Flamingo Tongue, & as is common in the Caribbean, a plethora of Royal Grammas.

Once we were out of the water it was time to lightly dry & head up the road to our next site, The Lake.

The Lake is so named because of its double reef structure, a common trait among many of the dive sites on the southwestern side of the island. A double reef structure means that you have your normal shore reef, then you have a sand flat, & then you have yet another reef farther off into the ocean. Another thing worth noting about diving is that you always want to start your dive at the maximum depth that you plan to go in your dive. With all of that in mind we made a beeline for the outer reef once we entered the water.

The top of the outer reef at the lakes sits just above the 60 foot mark, which for a new diver like my father, is as deep as he is certified to go. My max depth is double that & some change at 130 feet or 40 meters but being the stand in guide for the two of us, I limited our dives to his max depth. As we were crossing the sand bed, which sits at around 80-90 feet in depth I noticed a massive Queen Conch scooting across the sea floor. It had to be at least a foot across.

On top of the reef we were greeted by the usual suspects; Parrotfish, Trumpetfish, more Grammas, but as we were cruising along we began to hear a faint grinding sound, indicative of a motor boat. Sure enough, right above us on the surface rocketed a motorboat. It always surprises me just how load boats are underwater, it makes me feel bad for anything down there with ears.

We doubled back across “the lake” & investigated the coral colonies along the shoreline reef. My father made the joke at some point to someone that I’m really good at finding the little things in the ocean; the tiny crustaceans, the interesting mollusks, the tiny fish. I think that Lembeh trained me on that front, but on this dive I managed to find a little group of Neon Gobies who had set up a cleaning station amongst the stony corals. They were cleaning the dead skin & parasites off of a couple of Bicolor Angelfish when we rolled up.

When we got back to shore we were met by two Pelicans who were fishing for baitfish in the shallows. We also met a couple from Southern California who had moved to Bonaire when they retired to dive every day. We asked them where we should grab lunch, as we were both damn near starving, & hadn’t eaten breakfast. Despite being a leisurely sport, diving can really take it out of you. They recommended the Ocean Oasis Beach Club just down the road, so that’s where we went!

The Ocean Oasis Beach Club is exactly what the name says, a beach club! It has a rather large restaurant with a full service bar & an assortment of different cabanas all along the beach front. The cabanas can be rented for different time periods throughout the day & are full service with cabana attendants. As I stated, we were starving as well as parched so I got an Awa Di Lamunchi (Curaçao Limeade) & a Salted Caramel Espresso Frappé. Both were to die for, my dad also ended up ordering the limeade after trying mine & the frapp was nothing short of a milkshake. For lunch I got the Ocean Club Sandwich which was a mix between an egg salad sandwich & a grilled chicken sandwich with a side of Yucca Fries. The fries were topped with Sambal which is an Indonesian sweet chili sauce that I hadn’t seen since my time in the South Pacific! My dad got the Crab Roll which was served Maine Style with a Japanese twist! It smacked too!

After lunch we made our way back to the resort to trade out the four empty tanks & add another two to our truck bed. The garage at the shop that serves as a self serve tank depot closes at 5 PM so you have to have all of the tanks that you wanted out before then. Once they’re closed they have a separate bin with a lock to drop your empties after your evening/night dives. With one tank left a piece from the morning & a newly acquired one for the night we headed back down south.

The salt trade in Bonaire is still very much alive, in fact, the majority of the south end of the island is devoted to the harvesting of sea salt. There’s a spot about halfway through the salt flats that Cargill uses to process & load the salt onto ships to send out all over the world, it also features one of the most famous dive sites in Bonaire, the aptly named Salt Pier. I was advised by Rob at Island Hopper here in Nashville to hit Salt Pier in the evening one, because there are far less people diving there, & two, because there are occasionally dolphins there in the late afternoon/early evening.

We didn’t run into any dolphins, but that’s not to say that Salt Pier wasn’t still full of wonders. There’s something eerily awe inspiring when you find yourself forty feet below the surface, under a man made structure, surrounded by aquatic life just going about their business. It has a bizarre unnaturalness to it, almost like when you come across an abandoned building in the woods or an old car that’s just a pile of rust, enrobed in plants. Diving under the salt pier had that time of dissonance to it. The columns also emerge at you from out of the mirk & stand before you in an almost intimidating stature. It’s also entirely easy to forget how massive these structures are until you’re literally right up underneath them, from the shore they don’t seem as daunting.

At Salt Pier we found huge colonies of Sergeant Majors brooding on the discarded building structures the dotted the surroundings of the pier with their purple clutches of eggs. We found a few Purplemouth Moray Eels, tons of Fire Coral, & a school of Yellowtail Snapper.

After our dive we once again went back to Tropical Divers to retrieve all of our night dive gear (lights, locators, etc.) & ditch the wasted tank.

I’d been doing a bit of research & found that a lot of people recommended night diving at a site called Something Special, which was actually a fairly urban spot. Located at the top of Kralendijk’s downtown area, Something Special is half a muck dive, half a reef wall. The site serves as a mooring camp for a lot of smaller boats & the bottom is doted with mooring sites & just a little bit of trash such as tires & even a typewriter. The appeal of Something Special is two fold. The first perk of it is the Tarpon. Tarpon are large, prehistoric sporting fish whose whole bodies are covered in flashy silver scales. They look for the lights of divers at night & come out of the dark to use the light to help them hunt smaller fish. The second appeal is the muck species such as frogfish, seahorses, & the like.

Once again we missed out on the intended fauna of the dive with the exception of the Tarpon. We got in the water right about sundown & made our way through the dusky shallows until evening hit, that’s when the Tarpon began to show up.

The first glimpse of one that I caught was through the edge of the beam of my flashlight. The large fish cruised slowly by wary at first of us. As I continued to follow the Tarpon into the darkness with my flashlight my torch ran smack, dab, right into another one, only this one was staring straight at us, its eyes reflecting its own beams into the night. It wasn’t long until the Tarpon found their courage & were right up next to us, waiting for us to find fish in the muck for them to try & consume. When they’d spot one in the light they would head towards it, slowly turning sideways to try & get the fish in their mouths. The only one that I managed to help catch a fish gulped down a toxic Sharpnose Pufferfish, which is swiftly regurgitated.

Tarpon aside, the dive also gave us many fun saltwater critters; a Slipper Lobster, an Arrow Crab, & more Moray Eels.

As we were wrapping up our dive we ran into a school of Needlefish pressed right up against the water’s surface. If you got close to them or put your light on them they would go so far as to jump completely out of the water. As we were walking back up the bank to the car my dad said to me “I kept waiting for the Jaws music to start playing” when I asked him how he enjoyed his first ever night dive.

After we’d driven back to the resort, dropped our tanks, & dried off, the hunt for dinner began. I’d been recommended Joe’s Restaurant many times from people all over the states & in Bonaire & it just happened to be next door to Tropical Divers, so we thought we’d give it a shot.

Joe’s menu is an interesting assortment of food but the area in which it truly shines is its tasting menu. You get the option of either four or five courses of whatever the owner, Bart, has decided to make for that week. We chose to go five courses & it did not disappoint! The first course was a Goat Cheese dish complete with Langoustines, Microgreens, Mango, Brandy Poached Onions, & some form of Apricot Sauce. It was outstanding! Second was a fish course topped with a different varietal of Poached Brandy Onion, Sun-dried Tomatoes, Garlic Croutons, & an Herb Emulsion. Again, out of this world. The main course was Duck Breast served with a Carrot Puree & a Morel Mushroom Au Jus. Bangin! Then came the cheese course which was an assortment of Dutch Cheeses with different jams & preserves. The Rhubarb was exceptionally good. Finally, the dessert course, A Flourless Chocolate Cake made with Prunes, Apricot Puree, & some form of Sweet Dutch Ambrosia-esque Salad. Dinner was topped off with a house made Liquor that tasted of Vanilla & Caramel.

Perfectly full, exhausted, & a wee bit tipsy, we walked back next door, I popped into the shower to wash the day off & then it was once again off to bed.

End Of Day Three


Day Four

The rule of diving where flying is concerned is 18-24 hours, you’re not supposed to dive within 18-24 hours of a flight. With that in mind we limited our day to two tanks during the morning load-up, though in hindsight we probably could have done a third. That’s okay though.

Since we’d exclusively dove the southern sites on the island we decided to make our last two dives northern. I’d picked out two dive sites for the day: Tolo or Ole Blue & Karpata. Both sites came recommended from both folks in the states & those on Bonaire.

The dive up to Tolo took about thirty minutes. We stopped on the way at a dive shop for a couple of Cokes & a new writing pad for me as my pencil had decided that it had had enough of saltwater & was going to break away a la Kelly Clarkson. When we arrived at the site there were already about a dozen other cars parked with divers &/or snorkelers getting in &/or out of the water. We too had soon parked & were readying our gear for entry.

The shore on the north side of Kralendijk is far rockier than that to the south. It often features sheer cliffs & the dives are much more in line with a wall dive where you need to monitor your depth since the bottom isn’t always visible & your depth in the moment isn’t always as apparent. It’s very easy to find yourself sinking lower & lower without even realizing it, something that my dad didn’t believe until we were in it.

Both sites, Tolo & Karpata are wall dives, both also feature a top reef at around 15-20 feet in depth which makes for a nice, active safety stop. You can cruise around looking at things while you’re breathing off some of the nitrogen that has entered into your bloodstream.

We made our way into the water, through a large rock beach that required a bit of fancy footwork to navigate on your way down. Really fun to do while lugging a scuba tank on your back & fins the lower length of your legs in your hands. We cruised along the top before spilling over down the wall.

The northern shore had its fair share of Creole/Ruby Anthias, something I actually used to have in my tank at home until they got too big & started eating the other fish on my reef. Additionally it has a large quantity of Grammas, French Angelfish, Parrotfish, Bicolor Angelfish, & assorted corals.

When we reached the top of the reef we found a pair of Caribbean Reef Squid hovering just above the whip corals. We followed them for a few minutes but it was very clear they wanted nothing to do with us. Occasionally you’ll get squid who want to interact with humans, not today though apparently.

We finished the dive, got out, went ahead & switched over tanks while making small talk with the groups of people readying or tearing down around us then piled back into the car to head up shore to Karpata.

I mentioned Lewis in part one, the geologist who came to Bonaire with the student group & stayed longer to go out dive on his own. Well he’d been diving with a man named Mario from Rio De Janeiro whom he’d met at Tropical Divers. Lewis had departed a day earlier but Mario & his wife Bene were still going around the island to dive sites. Mario spoke minimal English & I speak little to no Portuguese but Bene spoke a bit of English & a bit of Spanish & so do I, so she & I would basically mediate the conversations between the four of us.

Anyway, as we’re pulling out of Tolo we almost ran smack into them in their car arriving. We continued up the road to Karpata & were starting to gear up when up rolls Mario & Bene.

I, up until this moment, was under the impression that Bene & Mario had been diving together but she explained to me that she doesn’t dive, just Mario, so I extended an invite to him asking if he wanted to dive with us & also wanted me to lead said dive, which he did.

The climb down to Karpata is about twenty steps. At the bottom of the steps is a bouldery beach covered in foot in diameter cobbles that shift relentlessly & are covered in algae. Needless to say, it was tricky getting into the water. Apparently a lot of people start at the previous site, cliff jump with their gear, & drift dive to Karpata. Ya boy is afraid of heights, so the jump wasn’t happening.

The drop off of Karpata is a lot more abrupt than that of Tolo. As we started down the wall my dad & I leveled out right around 60 feet, his max depth. Mario just kept going. I watched him descend further & further until I think he hit around 100-120 feet in depth. I indicated to my father to stay at his 60 foot depth & I went down to about 80 to be the middle space between the two since I was leading the dive. Mario stayed at that depth pretty much the whole time until we looped around to come back. Just before we looped around though he motioned for me to come down to around 90 feet where he’d found a massive Lionfish hiding in the reef wall.

Lionfish are invasive to the Caribbean, usually only being found in the South Pacific. They began to populate the Caribbean because fish tank owners decided to release them into the ocean instead of trying to sell them or turn them into a local fish store. Now there are many countries in the Caribbean that actually have bounties out for Lionfish, paying for people to kill them & turn them in to help to stop the spread of them as they have no natural predators in the Caribbean.

Back on the top reef of Karpata we found even more squid, this time a whole school of them, I’m talking at least 8-10! I found another Flamingo’s Tongue Snail & there was also a massive school of Atlantic Blue Tangs that swam by, picking algae off the rocks as they went.

For lunch we had planned to head inland & visit the town or Rincón. Rincón was built in a valley away from the ocean to hid it from the frequent pirate raids that used to occur around the time Bonaire was being colonized. We went to visit Posada Para Mira, a local Bonaire cuisine restaurant that, as the name suggests, has quite the view!

As I mentioned, Posada Para Mira is a restaurant that serves local cuisine. This includes everything from conch to goat or iguana stew in addition to plantains, beans, corncakes, croquettes, etc. For lunch I ordered a cup of Goat Stew, Fried Conch, & a fresh pressed Passionfruit Juice. The goat stew & the juice were bomb as were the sides, but to be honest, I was expecting the conch to be breaded & fried, not just pan fried, but I guess that’s my own error.

After lunch we decided we were going to go up to Washington Slagbaai National Park & drive around. Diving in the park is currently prohibited, but there’s still a lot of wildlife to see & the park makes up about a third of the island’s total area. Unfortunately we arrived about forty minutes too late because they stop drive arounds at a certain point. That’s not to say that we didn’t still get to enjoy parts of the park. There’s an educational center there with several different areas set up to demonstrate the former goings on of the area, which at one point was a plantation.

After exhausting the limits of what we could do at the park entrance we decided to take a loop around the island to see the East Coast.

Certain parts of the eastern side of Bonaire are mangrove forest, others are coves, at any rate the eastern side has much higher tidal activity & while people do dive it, it’s not advised as a beginner because of its often unpredictable nature. So, leading a trip with a novice diver, the eastern side of the island was off limits, at least where submersible pursuits are concerned. We did manage to stumble upon a plethora of the island’s invasive Donkeys & a large flock of Flamingos hanging out in the salt flats.

We made our way back to Tropical Divers where we returned our tanks, washed our gear, & began packing up for our flight the next day.

At around seven we started to get hungry again & decided that we wanted to go back to Joe’s, this time to try some of the items on their regular menu! We split the Goat Cheese appetizer since the goat cheese app the night before had been so bomb. It was different, but still smacked! I got a Joe’s Salad which was decadently light & refreshing & ended up with the pot roast-esque Veal Cheek for dinner. For dessert we had a Three Musketeers which was a Dark Chocolate Lava Cake with Milk Chocolate Ice Cream & White Chocolate Sauce & a Red Fruit Cobbler. Both were exquisite!

I can’t recall much of the rest of our evening other than planning for the next day, getting timings down, & showering before bed.

End Of Day Four


Day Five

We had a few things to get done on our final morning. First, we needed to check in with Prisca & make sure we had everything in order & finalized for out Stress & Rescue certification. Second, we needed to check out. Third, we needed to collect our (hopefully) dried out dive gear & pack it. Fourth, we needed to go get breakfast & Fifth, we needed to go get souvenirs.

We got everything squared away with Tropical Divers & were able to keep our key until eleven. We then set off to town in the rental truck.

We parked in the town square & went in search of a few trinkets for my dad to take home to Kansas. Most of the souvenir shops were still closed but we happened upon one t-shirt shop & loaded up. One for my dad, one for my mom, one for my sister & brother-in-law, one for my niece, one for my nephew, etc.

Shirts acquired we went back over to Rumba Cafe for breakfast. I once again got a Smoothie & I think an Egg Sandwich. To be honest, I was a little distracted by my dad’s order of Tuna Salad at 9:30 AM to remember what exactly it was that I’d ordered.

After breakfast we stopped at one more shop so that I could get a tank top, then we headed back to Tropical Divers one last time so that I could try to cram my shirts into my already overstuffed lack of luggage.

Our flight was at three-ish but our rental car had to be back at noon, so we were early. Everything from there went fairly smoothly! The flight back to the states was smooth, though Miami International makes you walk six & a half miles just to get through immigration, recheck your bags, & go through security.

All & all it was a good trip, a lot more work than I think either of us were honestly anticipating it being, but in the end I feel confident in my abilities as a Stress & Rescue diver & now as a Master Diver! I can’t wait to see where the next adventure lies & I can’t wait to tell you all about it!

-C

End Of Day Five



END OF PART TWO & END OF BLOG SERIES!!!

Blog: World Oceans Day 2023

Hiya!

Just incase you missed it, or the title of this post, Thursday of this week was World Oceans Day, a global celebration of that which covers 71% of our planet’s surface. For many the ocean is a bit of an illusive thing that we only come face to face with on vacations or when we’re driving along the coast, for others it’s a part of their daily lives. Whatever amount of time that you perceive the oceans play in your daily life, the impact that our oceans have on our daily lives is as immense & deep reaching as the bodies of water themselves. If you were unaware, the ocean produces between 50-80% of the total planetary oxygen, most of with comes from algae & phytoplankton. Additionally, the temperates & currents of the oceans have a massive impact on the weather we receive on land. The sad part is that we are killing our oceans, at a rapidly accelerating, & it will most definitely end with the extinction of us as a species along with the countless unique & beautiful species that dwell in the depths.

But the soapbox was not why I chose to write today’s blog about World Oceans Day, instead I really wanted to take the time to share a few stories from my experience in the big blue since 2022’s World Oceans Day. I know a few of these stories will be repeats of those already detailed in my travel blogs, but I know not all who find their way here have read those & those of you who have may have forgotten the stories there in, so please indulge me as I regale you with them now!

I suppose it is worth noting that I have always been a great lover of the ocean; it is a place that has both fascinated me, grounded me, & calmed me. The ocean is the place that I feel the most at home. I got my dive certification in May of 2021 & it has been my often pricy addiction ever since. These stories use this place of great love for me as their home place. Enjoy.

Fiji, July 2022, Sharks

The story I often get asked to tell the most happened in Fiji, where I went shark diving. I’ve never understood the infatuation with my shark story though I am also someone who has never found themselves afraid of them but this is the story my father requests I tell any time that I’m amongst friends, family, or newly forged acquaintances.

One of the main draws of diving the Beqa Lagoon in Fiji is the shark dive. For decades fishermen from Siwa would cross the lagoon going West to fish in the open waters that lie just beyond. On their way back across the lagoon they would clean the catch & return that which was undesirable to them to the sea. This chumming of the water naturally attracted sharks. At a certain point the Fijian government caught wind of the practice & decided to monetize this phenomenon while at the same time doing their bit for shark conservation. The Fijian government started to purchase the chum from the fishermen which they collected in bins & hauled back out to the site which they have now designated as a marine reserve. The authorities allow two boats of divers three or four times a week to come & watch them feed the sharks.

Within the pass where the sharks reside there was been built an arena. Literally called “The Arena,” it sits at one of the widest points of the passage where there has been constructed a three foot tall wall made of reef rubble. Divers line up around the edge of The Arena, behind the wall, & kneel in waiting. The way they feed the sharks is actually borderline hilarious. A member of the national park dangles a yellow rubbish bin about ten feet above the sharks & takes it over to a mooring spot where it is secured to the center of The Arena about fifteen feet above the bottom. When I was there they only had enough chum for one feeding on a two tank dive so the first dive they just marionette-d the bin around, taunting the sharks with the food they were still about an hour & a half away from getting.

Remember how I mentioned not being afraid of sharks? Well, that doesn’t mean that I don’t respect & understand that they are not beautiful, misunderstood creatures who are still capable of taking my arm off & then some. I knew that the longer I stayed on the boat at the dive site the more anxious I would become about getting into these shark inhabited depths, so I designated myself first one off the boat. Once I was in the lagoon & on the line I looked down & immediately caught a glimpse of a six foot bull shark circling the reef about thirty feet down. Once the whole group was in the water we descended where we were met by the same bull shark, only this time at a distance of around four or five feet away, swimming along beside us.

As I mentioned above, they didn’t empty out the chum bucket until our second dive at which time the sharks naturally frenzy. At one point one of the sharks decided the bin wasn’t dispensing fast enough & took it upon themself to enter the bin in an attempt to grab as much food as sharkly possible. The shark got a little stuck & after a lot of wriggling finally freed itself with several fish heads jutting out of its jaws. The shark then took off from the frenzy but was unable to make it out before another shark noticed its collection. The second shark chases the first right in the direction of my face. From where I was situated, pinned between the end of the wall of The Arena & the reef wall my options were limited on how to get out of their way. Fortunately one of the guides was positioned not too far from me & was able to nudge the sharks away with a large ring attached to a pole.

Before we left the dive site Elaine & I were ushered over to a small crack by the guide who had been sneaking food to a moray. The eel came out, wrapped around him, then returned to its hole where it stuck about half of its body out. We each offered it a scratch before it gently returned home.

Fiji, July 2022, Drifting

One afternoon we set out on a drift dive. The plan for the dive was to enter down current, drift along, & get picket up pretty far down the reef wall. About fifteen minutes into our dive the ocean had other plans & we ran smack into a wall of current.

Normally a little current is fine, but this was the level of current where you find yourself kicking with everything you’ve got to go little to no where. So our guide gave us the signal to double back & hope that the captain of the boat would catch on to our dilemma.

When we surfaced we all pulled out our SMBs (an inflatable, six foot tall beacon that sticks out of the water) & began to make as much noise as possible. We did this for about thirty minute, all the way slowly drifting farther & farther from the reef. Luckily the captain took notice to the lack of divers where he ended up & circled back to find us.

In the midst of all of this happening Jodie, the dive guide, began to tell us a story about this elderly couple she was guiding a few years back who she was stuck out at sea with for about forty-five minutes to an hour before the captain found them. She said that she was in full panic mode while the couple was having the time of their lives, taking picture, laughing, etc.

The crazy part about this whole endeavor was that none of us felt panicked by it. We were all chatting, making jokes, planning our very long swim back to shore. None of us, at least outwardly, seemed worried & the sentiment continued even when we were headed back & on shore!

Had we have stayed where the current hit us we most likely would have been swept out to sea even farther than we ended up. Now I dive with a mile radius whistle & a satellite phone enabled watch.

Indonesia, October 2022, Butterflyfish

At a site called Angel’s Window in the Lembeh Strait there exists a 100 foot rock tower that sits smack dab between the mouth of the strait & the open ocean. This rock has many caves & swim throughs as well as a flourishing reef. During the second half of our dive we rounded the edge of the rock & were met by a large school of butterflyfish who immediately came & schooled around us.

I suppose it’s worth noting to those of you who don’t dive that damselfish are a rather aggressive lot of fish, they come careening off of the reef & attack you, which feels like little more than just a stern poke wherever they hit. These damsels often attack the largest member of a group first, which in this case, & every other case, is usually me. Back to the butterflyfish.

So we’re surrounded by this school of butterflyfish. I was immediately both utterly confused & over the moon with excitement. As we got closer to the reef I was once again the victim of a feral damselfish attack only this time I had a posse. My posse dipped immediately. As soon as the damselfish came off the reef the butterflies went in. You see the butterflyfish, my new found homies, were just using us as a diversion to get the damselfish off to the reef so that they could swoop in & eat the eggs the damselfish was protecting. I was fascinated by what was happening & watched it as long as I could.

Puri, our guide, indicated that it was time to move on & seeing the ‘but, but’ in my eyes over leaving the spectacle that was happening he wrote “they will follow us” on his board & showed it to me. Trusting in Puri I left the butterflies only to turn around & find the exact occurrence Puri had predicted happening! The entire school of butterflyfish were following us, when a damsel would spring off the wall, they would slide in to eat the eggs. This continued for the duration of the dive until we got to a point where the current became too strong for them.

Blog: Finding Peace At The Bottom Of Ocean

I just landed in Burbank an hour or two ago & now sit basking in the mid-80s summer sun, typing out this blog on an iPad, a practice in patience compared to my normal full keyboard laptop. The reason that I am sans laptop is because I have done my best to pack minimal luggage even though a part of my voyage, the current leg, is meant to be for work. My minimalist packing approach this go round is because the second leg of my trip is taking me to Fiji on a scuba diving excursion.

While still fairly green to the leisurely sport of scuba, it has become an instant fascination of mine, & something I seem to have a knack for. I’ve been certified for just over a year & some change & have logged around ten total dive, this coming week I’ll be adding around fifteen more to that total!

So why the blog about Scuba diving? Well, aside from it being on my brain (I spent last night checking all of my gear & packing it meticulously before spending the morning lugging it around airports & North Hollywood), I often get the same set of questions when conversation shifts to diving. So I figured I’d dive, pun intended, into the topic on here!

I’ve always claimed a saltwater soul, I say if I spend too long away from an ocean I start to dry out & in a lot of ways that rings true. When I’m away from the ocean I feel my muscles slowly tense, my bones ache, & my skin yearns for sun. I find my peace below the surface, drifting in the currents.

I’ve swam almost the entirety of my life & I’m rather good at it! I would also definitely say that I’m built like a swimmer, triangular body & all. I, much like many millennials, had a fascination with the ocean & thought I’d grow up into a Marine Biologist some day. I even looked at going to school in San Diego, Hawaii, or Corpus Cristi to study Marine Biology & Veterinary Science. Essentially I wanted Adam Sandler’s job from the film 50 First Dates. Naturally my life took a different course, as here I sit creative writing preparing for writing sessions & such.

I don’t know why it took me so long to get dive certified, it was always something I found myself envious of anytime anyone I knew would talk about dives they’d done. My certification came as a gift actually, a suggestion from my parents as a birthday gift for my 28th year. I immediately took to it.

I got the course work & pool dives done at the same time as my father in Kansas before getting my open water certification in Maui. After that I added a few more dives in Maui as well as a few in Puerto Rico.

The most common question that I seem to get from non-divers is “aren’t you scared?” In short, no.

I do have to admit, my first non-shore dive, my first boat dive, I was nervous, even apprehensive about plunging ‘blindly’ into the ocean below. I knew that there would be a great distance between my entry & any obstacles such as reef or the bottom but it was the slight fear of being completely ‘exposed,’ of not having the beach as a safety line or a convenient escape back to land.

Once I was in the water, 40 feet down, & fluttering along that fear quickly dissipated. Now anytime I step into the depths unknown waiting below I feel nothing but excitement! Why? Because in diving I have gone past the previous limits I had in satiating my saltwater soul & have found a peace that seeps deep into my soul.

The cool thing about scuba, the obvious things aside, is that it allows you a state of neutral buoyancy. It allows you to float suspended in the water & grants you a state of true weightlessness. In addition to the beautiful, untapped surroundings, you now essentially get to experience the most basic feeling of aquatic life. Your plain of orientation is no longer limited to where your feet & gravity allow, you are free to truly navigate three dimensional space unrestrained.

The next great fear of folks seems to be that of the wildlife, mostly where sharks are concerned. There’s a term I’ve picked up on in my limited time diving that I hear circling around from time to time. Sea Puppies. That’s what some people who spend a lot of time diving or doing ocean related research have nicknamed sharks. You see you are more likely to die by being attacked by a cow or are more likely to be struck by lightning then you are to be bitten by a shark. Not killed, bitten.

Are sharks apex predators? Yes. Should they be respected as such? Absolutely. But just because you respect something doesn’t mean you need to fear it, just know the signs & be respectful of the animals & you’ll be more than fine!

The only fear that has crept into my mind where diving is concerned is that of the unknown. I have yet to do a dive where I cannot see the bottom, I have yet to do a dive at night & if I’m being honest, both of these scenarios frighten me, but much like my first step off the boat into deeper water, I know once I’ve checked the box it will no longer be a fear of mine.

This is something I’ve tried to adapt to my life of late. I’ve written on the topic a few times now but my friend Stephen Lovegrove always says “if it terrifies you, it’s probably the right step.” So take the step. Step off the boat into the open ocean, because often times unexplainable peace & serenity await you on the other side!

So something this week that scares you but that you know is the right step, I believe in you!

Let’s me know what that step ends up being for you & as always, much love to you all!

-C

Travel Blog: Maui-Part One-Travel

SECTION ONE : KANSAS

In case you missed it, Evan & I took a week & went to Maui. I had been to Maui before but it’d been about 16 years since I was last there, Ev had never been. We were fully vaccinated, quarantined completely like good boys for the entirety of this COVID nightmare, Maui had just begun fully opening up for tourism, & the tickets were cheap so we said “yup, that’s for me” & went.

Our journey started not in Nashville, but instead in Kansas City; my parents live there & graciously offered to watch the pups while we were away. Part of your entry into the state of Hawaii consists of having a negative COVID test from within 72 hours of your arrival. So seeing as our flight was due to depart on Wednesday we drove our way to Kansas on Sunday grabbing Hawaiian Bros on the way in preparation for our trip….which I have since found out is run by four white people with no affiliation to Hawaii or its culture & that feels an awful lot like appropriation to me…

Monday started off not too eventful; just covid testing, a few errands, hung out with my niece & nephew, & filling out all of the documentation required to enter Maui from the airport. I grabbed my favorite turkey club from Jersey Boys in Overland Park before calling it an early night & heading into a much more eventful Tuesday…

Tuesday morning rolled around, I got up to swim laps with my father & Evan worked from home in the basement. I found myself exhausted from the hour long swim & the early morning so I took a brief nap only to get up & be met with my favorite KC barbecue, Jack Stack for lunch! (My order: Jack’s Best & Smoked Wings with Cheesy Corn & Beans) After lunch I ran to grab a new carryon bag, as the one I’d had since 2011 had officially bit the dust. I returned home to hang out with my sister before we had planned to go to the Royals game that evening. Our flight was set to leave MCI at 6 AM the next day & fly from KC to Dallas then we’d have an hour layover in Dallas before continuing on to Maui. Well while hanging out with Tori I got a call from American Airlines, whom I’d never flown before, saying that our flight to Dallas had been cancelled due to weather. Evan went into panic mode. I, someone who seldom gets overly stressed about anything, starting looking for solutions. While on hold with American Airlines, the hold time of which I was told was going to be over two hours, I was looking into other airlines, trying to find ways to fly to Dallas that evening instead of waiting in the morning but the plan eventually became “rent a car & drive over night to Dallas.” Fortunately before that plan could be full enacted a lovely woman picked up on the other end of the line & found us a route to Maui through Phoenix. It left around the same time but had a much longer layover of four hours. It also, naturally, arrived in Maui much later & was bumping up to the closing time of the rental car agency we were picking up a (two day) car from…more on that later. During this whole ordeal Evan had apparently gone downstairs & speed packed his entire suitcase in ten minutes planning to have to leave then & there for Dallas by car, still glad that didn’t happen. With new flights & of course upgraded seats we headed off to the Royals game for the night.

Got to bed a lot later than I’d hoped on Tuesday evening. I blame the ball game & the fact that I hadn’t taken the time during the day to pack. Really it all comes down to user error. Either way we had to head to the airport around 4 AM as my rentals live about an hour away from MCI. I think in total I got about three hours of sleep that night…thriving! The airport was dead, just like I felt inside at that point, & security was a breeze. Our flight to Phoenix however was full. I’m pretty sure I slept the whole time but I can’t recall now thinking back on it. At any rate, we landed in Phoenix & were now faced with four hours of “what the hell we gone do now?” We decided to venture out into the greater Phoenix metropolitan era in search of sustenance. I was really hoping to find a place that served endless sopapillas with honey in a bread basket a la Cheesecake Factory style but none of them were open so we found a trendy little breakfast spot called The Hash Kitchen & grabbed cold brew, tamales verdes benedict, s’mores pancakes, & blue corn banana’s foster pancakes! Yes, they smacked.

After finding our way back to the airport we took one of those quick, corner airport naps before finally boarding our flight to Hawai’i! Our flight took six hours to get to Maui & it only took about an hour to realize my computer hadn’t downloaded any of the movies I told it to…so it was a long flight.


SECTION TWO : MAUI

DAY ONE


We landed in Maui around 2:45 PM Hawaiian time & were immediately put in line to check-in & show our COVID documentation. Evan had been really on top of making sure that we had all our ducks in a row so the check-in was a breeze! It really helped that we brought our vaccine cards with us as well!

While we had been in line for the check-in I received a call from our rental car company asking when we’d be arriving to pick up the car as they were planning to close at 4 PM that day. It was a car that we were only going to be able to rent for two days because all of the other cars on the island were spoken for or several hundred dollars a day to rent & we planned to use it to do all the things around the island that required a car to get there. We didn’t get through with check-in & getting our baggage until around 3:15 & it was a 30 minute cab ride to the rental company. In addition to the distance all of the Lyfts & Ubers were telling us that it would be at least 35-40 minutes before they could even get there to pick us up. I made the executive decision to hail a cab.

We got the last. available. cab. Now would be a good time I guess to talk about the super power I have! I have the ability to get a parking spot, a reservation, or find transportation anywhere. This will come into play again later as well. So. Last cab at the airport! The whole ride to the rental company the driver was getting request after request after request for a ride & she was having to tell each caller that it’d be at least 45 minutes before she could get to them.

As I posted in an earlier blog, I believe there is no such thing as a coincidence. See in more detail here! That being said, our driver initially dropped us at the “wrong” rental agency, I’ll explain why wrong is in quotes a little later on. She quickly corrected the mistake & we arrived to pick up the Chevy Cruz, lol, we’d reserved right at 3:45!

From there we stopped by Maui Dive Shop so that I could fill out some of my scuba paper work & so Evan could grab some snorkel gear. We then went to go check in to our VRBO in South Kihei. It was a cute little one bedroom/one bath with a full kitchen, living room, & a balcony that overlooked Charley Young Park! Our hostess, Diane, whom I never had the pleasure of meeting in person was an absolute gem, she was so accommodating & such a lovely human to interact with even if our dialogue was limited to the digital. If you’d like to see more of this listing or book it yourself the link is here!

The street our VRBO was on! It’s the third floor balcony with the chair against the railing.

The street our VRBO was on! It’s the third floor balcony with the chair against the railing.

After checking in & making sure our car wasn’t going to get towed I immediately dropped my bags, fished out my fins, mask, & snorkel, put on a bathing suit & got my ass into the ocean. If you weren’t aware, I’m definitely a saltwater soul, I dry out far too often & require placement in the nearest ocean ASAP. So even though the sun was beginning to set, I had to get in. I was instantly greeted by a small school of trevally which naturally brought me immediate joy!

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We spent about 30-45 minutes in the ocean before the hunger began to set in. Seeing as we thought we’d only have a rental car for two days we decided to venture back up to Kahului & grab dinner from Tin Roof. At the recommendation of our cashier we ordered Mochiko Chicken on Garlic Noodles, Pork Belly on Rice, Ulu Mac Salad, & Birthday Cake Bibingka, I unfortunately don’t have any pictures from this meal to share with you all. On the way back to the condo we stopped at a natural foods market & stocked up on a few items we figured we could use for snacking throughout the week; mangos, papaya, pineapple, cassava chips, Paia Gelato, juice, Hawaiian Suns, etc. When we got back we broke out the food, ate on the balcony, & I had a religious experience with a mango.

Am I about to devote an entire paragraph to a mango, you bet your ass I am. So, we get back to the condo, we’re plating up the to-go food we got from Tin Roof & I decide we need a little side of produce as well, & cut up a mango. Now, this mango was from a local mango farm called Yee’s. Yee’s Orchard & Fruit Stand can be found in Kihei operating mostly mid-week & weekends (closed Mondays & Fridays). The mango I had the privilege of consuming was a Golden Glow Mango which is apparently akin to the Alphonso Mango of India, which is said to be the best mango in the world, go figure it’s banned in the US cuz we can’t have nice things here, you know, like universal healthcare…ANYWAY, this was the sweetest, creamiest, most perfect mango I’ve ever eaten in my life, so naturally I filled the rest of the trip with my daily portion of them.

We went to bed fairly early on, because, you know, travel exhaustion & minimal sleep & we prepared for another busy day to follow.

END DAY ONE


DAY TWO

We woke up around 6:30 AM partially because circadian rhythm, partially because we were told by the woman at our rental car agency to get breakfast at Kihei Caffe, who gets a line fairly early, & partially because we had a day planned that was full of a lot of driving & a lot of hiking. We got to Kihei Caffe around 7:15 & the line was already wrapped around the building. It was moving fairly quickly so we decided to risk it. While in line I popped into Lava Java Coffee Roasters & I got us each a Granita, which is a frozen mocha with a little extra love added to it. The line only took us about 15-20 minutes before we were at the register ordering. I, once again, had the cashier order for me. She selected Loco Moco w/ Kalua Pork, Papaya Delight, & French Toast w/ Bananas & Macadamia Nuts topped w/ Coconut Syrup. All of it smacked but despite my sweet tooth I think my favorite parts of the meal were the first two items!

We immediately left breakfast & started our climb up Haleakala. I guess now would be a good time to mention the one time my superpower didn’t work. I tried to get us reservations for the sunrise at the summit of Haleakala…it sold out in 15 seconds BUT on the flipside of the same day, my superpowers pulled through! You see the previous day when our driver had dropped us at the wrong rental service something piqued in my brain. What if this “wrong” local rental service is actually the right local rental service? So, as we drove, I had Evan look up the rental agency & request a car from Friday-Tuesday when we were departing. THEY HAD ONE! ONE SINGULAR CAR LEFT! AAAAAND IT WASN’T SOMETHING THAT WOULD REQURE ME TO TAKE OUT A SECONDARY MORTGAGE ON THE HOUSE!!!!

The drive to the top of the volcano took us about an hour & a half but along the way you pass through some beautiful parts of the island! From the blue jacaranda trees to the eucalyptus groves there is massive monstera & pothos growing everywhere, its worth the climb for the drive alone. The summit & crater of Haleakala sit within Haleakala National Park, upon the top there is an observatory as well as a small visitors center. We walked around the top before making a slight decent down to the trail that leads into the crater. The whole hike is about 11 miles in total but we decided to only hike down to a small ridge in the center, about a mile or so down.

Haleakala is one of only a few energy vortexes on this planet. In addition to its measurable energies it is also sacred to the Hawaiian people & I can absolutely understand why. The air feels different here, not just because of the altitude but it feels charged while at the same time being very soothing. Where the trail steepens at the ridge we stopped & did a brief meditation. The wind whipping through your hair, the soft brush of the red volcanic ash over your skin, it truly is a magical place & I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to spend even the smallest amount of time there.

Feeling energetically a new, with a caked on layer of red dust & definitely a slight sunburn in spite of copious amounts of sunblock, we ascended the slops back up to our Chevy Cruz & began the winding decent back down the sacred mountain, our next destination being the Highway to Hana.

Halfway down the mountain we realized that we had rapidly burnt through our supply of gas during the climb & were in need of a refuel if we were to make it around the rest of the island. Fortunately the small town of Kula exists. We found this adorable gas station & general store run by the cutest elderly couple. Their whole business was cash based & the store was truly a perfectionists nightmare. I loved it. Next door to these modest lots sat another, Grandma’s Coffee House. Feeling the post hike grumblies & a tad under caffeinated we stopped in for an Iced Coffee, a slice of Coconut/Banana Dream Cake, & a Coconut Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookie!

Refueled we pressed on through the up country til we came upon MauiWine. We hadn’t planned to stop but the place was aesthetic AF & I’m a sucker for a tasting menu of any kind. We were told the current wait for the wine tasting was about an hour & since we had places to be & people to see, i.e. trying to make it through to the Seven Sacred Pools, we decided to grab a bottle instead & save it for consumption when we got back to Kihei. They had quite a few Pineapple & Lilokoi (Hawaiian Passionfruit) Wines but the somm on duty recommended a sparkling white grown on island called Ulupalakua Blanc de Blanc. With the bag secured the voyage continued.

If you’ve never driven the Highway to Hana it’s actually a fairly daunting experience, especially for those who would consider themselves not the greatest of drivers & especially in a Chevy Cruz…The drive is absolutely beautiful, there’s no denying that, & I was more than capable of driving it but majority of it consists of one-ish lane roads with no shoulder that are often times either not paved or are paved in the most peculiar of ways. It however cannot be overstated just how beautiful this drive is. You find yourself, over the course of around two hours or so, transitioning from biome to biome as you wrap around the island of Maui. You go from upcountry to lava fields, from lava fields to rocky herding lands, from the herd lands to grassy farms & then finally into sheer jungle. The amount of biodiversity & different landscape is astounding.

We got to the Seven Sacred Pools a little late, really only having about an hour to hike it before the National Park closed so unfortunately we only got to go up to the first of the seven major waterfall. The beauty of the drive, the sense of adventure, the falls themselves, & what was to follow really made the trek worth it though; it’s just for next time I’ll plan to be there a little earlier so I can see it all!

Slightly saddened that we couldn’t get a swim out of the day (you can’t swim in the pools anyway) we continued on down the road toward Hana. Along the way we rounded a corner & found a line of cars parked off to the side of the road with a ton of people just standing around. At the end of the line of cars sat a covered pickup adorned with palm fronds that was blasting reggae. In front of the car stood a family of four; mother, father, & their two boys both no older than four. They were standing in behind a wagon with a machete. In the wagon, & in the back of the pickup, were mounds upon mounds of fresh coconut. Remarking at how cute the roadside set up was we continued on past the stationary vehicles til we noticed several people on the road crossing the bridge ahead. As we cautiously passed them we noticed all of these people were walking up to or returning from a beautiful waterfall that sat just off the road to the right. I knew immediately we had to stop. Evan, on the other hand, was hesitant but I veto’d his apprehension & we turned around.

I quickly parked the car, grabbed my swimming suit & my GoPro, & we too headed over the bridge to the falls. The path down to them was an easy decent freshly paved with mud from the frequent traffic of the dampened returning from their swim. Down the garnished path of giant pothos & slick black lava rock we found a nook to store our towels, clothes, & phones & slipped into the mirky pool the sat below. The water was frigid, but oh so relaxing after a long day spent sweating in the blazing sun & humid jungle. We found our way across the pool to a small cave tucked away at the base of the falls & sat there watching the water rain down from above. We were then met with the sounds of horns blaring. Not sure if they were from park rangers or a flash flood warning we shot out of the water & quickly gathered up our belongings before making our way back to the car. We were met on the bridge by one of the National Park rangers who lovingly asked how the water was & said she herself would have stopped if she didn’t have to be elsewhere.

Returning by way of the family selling coconuts I paused to ask them how much each of their drupes were selling for. I was told $10 cash which I happily paid & they hacked me open a fresh coconut. The water within was sweet & refreshing & they explained that they were continuing a tradition passed down from a gent who used to sit by the falls & weave palm frond hats, a shrine to whom sat across from where their vehicle sat. I thanked them for the coconut & we continued down the road.

From the park ranger at Seven Sacred Pools we got the recommendation to stop at I Lava Tacos. I Lava Tacos sat inside a large community of other food trucks but they were the only one open at the time of our arrival. We ordered the freshest Fish Tacos I’ve ever consumed, the most amazing Guava Wood Smoked Marlin Dip, & a Carne Asada Tacos. Truly breathtaking food! The owner, Justis Andrada, was such a cool guy & was more than happy to show off his amazing culinary prowess!

With full bellies, warmed hearts, & in the fading light of the sun we continued our way around the island back home to Kihei.

I think if I have one regret for the entirely of this trip it’s that we didn’t spend more time in Hana, it seems like a remarkable place full of lively people & incredible culture. I’m also sad we missed the views on the east coast of the island in the sun’s absence but I’m sure we’ll be back soon to take them in!


END DAY TWO


I’m more than excited to fill you in on more of our Maui adventures but it’ll have to wait til next week when we’ll get to talk Scuba amongst other things!!!


Until next week,

C

Blog: But Like...Bro, Where Have You Been?

Hi!

Did you miss me? I sure hope you did haha.

Soooooo, I’m going to cut right to the chase on this one, make it a little easier on all of us. Rip off the figurative bandage….all of this sounds very dramatic, it’s really not. I’ve been two places. I’m going to start with the second primarily because it was definitely the more fun of the two by a million & a half miles. As I’m sure many of you saw all over my social media accounts, I was in Maui! Yes, it was as amazing & yes, I’m ready to sell everything & move there tomorrow. On the other hand, the first place that I was……not so fun. I was sick, like “hacking up my lungs in bed for two weeks straight” sick. Like “completely lost my voice, barely slept cuz I was coughing all night” sick. Like “had to go back to the doctor a week after my initial diagnosis to get a new diagnosis” sick. Like…well…you get the point…

I will spare you the gruesome details regarding the color, shade, volume, & consistency of the gunk I was having to evacuate from my lungs as well as the lengthy states of lethargy it induced & instead will leave the “sickness” portion of this blog at this. We still have no idea the root cause of my phlegmy ailment, however it did appear to be bacterial, opposite of the initial diagnosis I received from doctor #1. They ended up treating me with doxycycline, an antibiotic sometimes used to treat bronchitis, malaria, & other more deeply set, non-sinus, bacterial infections. And while I am better, immensely so in fact, I still am in recovery mode for it, especially where my voice is concerned.

On the other glorious, beautiful, & immaculate hand was Maui. I don’t want to say too much about Maui here & now, simply because I’m saving it for later blogs, there’s a lot to tell there! So for this section of the blog I’m going to leave it at the following. To all the wonderful folks I met along the way this last week, thank you for making my trip such a vibrant & comforting experience. I am so happy to have met each & every one of you & for the often lengthy gestures of hospitality you each showed me in your own unique ways. You truly made me feel right at home.

I know this blog post isn’t as long winded as I normally am; I didn’t anticipate it being so, especially since I got back into town Thursday night, late. I just wanted to come on here to give you all a little information into my sudden disappearance & tell you that moving forward for the foreseeable future, blogs are back! Next week’s will definitely be about Maui, the following may also be. It’ll be full of pictures & videos & stories & all the wonderful things our modern brains crave, so stay tuned for that! In the interim, I look forward to interacting with you all over socials & hope you know just how excited I am to share my magical experiences with you all!

I hope you have the greatest of weeks!

-C