For two of Kevin's dives, we drove up to the north shore to a quiet little beach called Tunnels Beach. While I hung out on the sand reading (by far my favorite thing to do on vacation!!), Kevin dove through underwater caves and tunnels.
Unfortunately, there was a guy on the dive that really shouldn't have been there and ran out of air TWICE and caused a bunch of other problems. Scuba diving is a serious thing and can be dangerous, but thankfully the guide pretty much hung on to the guy and helped him through the day so he wouldn't freak out or ruin anyone else's trip.
A note about the guide: Guillaume was French...really French. Like, stereotype and parody French! He was so funny and had the most hilarious accent ever. I can still hear him talking about diving and living in French "Pol-ee-nee-see-ya" and how to tell if a shark is a boy or girl (a boy has a "pen-is").
We do the skoo-ba and make the bubbles now!
Kevin is now Advanced Certified!
Yay for deep dives and nitrogen narcosis!
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