After a while Putu arrived and we loaded the wagon up, and turned east, toward Singaraja. As it was Seans first time in Bali I wanted him to snorkel the wreck at Tulumben. Emms reckoned she was up for it, gamy foot and all, so when we got there, we swung into the car park and got mobbed by locals trying to hire out snorkelling gear. I had mine from the room flooding, Seany had brought some over, but Emms was short a set. The price these blokes were quoting was so ridiculous that I began to wonder if all of Bali isn't related to the big S.
I told them not to be so stupid, and that if they didn't come down in price I would just send Emms a coupla hundred metres over the road to the dive shop. Boy that did the trick. The price halved and I picked myself up off the ground from Emms left hook. All set then, and as in previous visits I declined the offer of a guide to point out a huge bloody ship lying parallel to the shore 50 metres out.
Into the water, Sean was off like a rocket, I was close behind and Emms swam in lazy circles like a head shot duck. So the foot wasn't completely healed eh? How come I didn't hear her moaning about it last night at Lovina when she had to throw me over her shoulder and carry me back from the restaurant, I asked out of curiosity and when she swam past me on the completion of another circle, she said she had, it's just that I was unconscious at the time. Unconscious indeed, I was saving my strength for the great dolphin hunt the next morning, silly girl me unconscious indeed.
It's a pretty exciting dive. What I mean is where else could you see every breed of human swimming around in the one area? I swam back to Emms and suggested that if she increased the diameter of her circles, and got it right, she would be able to cross the boat twice every quarter of an hour. There is no gratitude in the world nowadays folks, that's all I can say, although after that suggestion she came right, due in part to the large surge of adrenalin that comes with rage.
At one stage I saw a stingray and swooped down, then I remembered a little incident that got some news a while back about getting too chummy with them, and thought, thank god we don't have the same problems with sheep. After we made sure we were sunburned in places that we don't normally expose to the sun (back of arms, back of legs, back of head, etc) we came on in. Well Sean and I did, Emms came in on her third pass. Actually the water was fine for her. It was the round rocks on the beach that gave her jip.
The new shower set up in the carpark is great now. I got some funny looks when I stripped off and showered though. It is not my fault that they haven't got around to putting walls up, honestly.
All finished we jumped back in the wagon, standing all over the grapes that we had recently bought, and headed to Amed for the night.
Regards Ianz