So as I told yesterday I had one more stop to make before heading to Grand Canyon. I was going deep in to the ground – more exactly 210 feet deep.
Monday morning Louise and I went back to the airport to pick up my car. Continue reading
Friday it was finally time for me to leave Copenhagen and board the plane towards Los Angeles (with a very quick change of flight in London – apparently 1h20min was enough for both me and my suitcase to make it!).
The wreck of the RMS Rhone is by far the most popular dive site in the BVI. It usually takes two dives to see all of it and during the surface interval between those dives the story of The Rhone is told. It varies a little bit depending on who’s telling it and I’ll let you decide for yourself how much you believe is true.
The story I’m telling you here is a mix of what I consider to be the best parts of the different versions I’ve heard.
On one of my days off I went to Virgin Gorda to see one of the top tourist attractions of the BVI: The Baths. Continue reading
So this post is going to be a big pile of all the small bits that don’t really fit together but can’t make full posts on their own. Photo-wise it’ll also be a mix of photos that relate to the text and photos that I really want to show but sort of lack an opportunity to use. Okay enough with the introduction, let’s get to it!
So there was this one day with no cruise ships arriving at all (or at least not any cruise ships with guests who wanted to go diving or snorkeling) and almost no other people booked for diving which meant that a bunch of us all had the day off.
Then there was this one day where the usual blue sky was replaced by grey clouds covering the top of the hills and several rain showers.
Obviously those two days both had to take place yesterday – my long awaited day off!
Sorry to be cursing but it is freaking cold to dive around here! I have now taken to wear a short-sleeved rash guard, a long-sleeved rash guard, my own 2mm shorty wetsuit and one of the shop’s 3mm shorty wetsuit and I’m still a bit cold on the dives. I wish I’d known so I could have bought a warmer wetsuit back home but I obviously asked the wrong person (turns out the person I spoke to almost never goes diving so how would he know how cold it is in January?).
So the blog is suffering a little at the moment but with 11 hours of work a day five days a week I’m having trouble finding the time to write about all the things going on! Today is my second day off and I have no plans besides walking to East End to buy some washing powder so it should give me some time to work on the blog (and maybe also a little bit on my master report but we’ll see about that..)!
I know it’s a classic thing to say but I can not believe that has already been 5 days since I left Denmark! There’s so many things to tell that I have no idea where to begin. So maybe it’ll be easier if I just start at the beginning.
So a mere 36 hours after locking the door to my apartment back home I put my feet on Tortola for the first time. Continue reading