After another hard day of lectures and small group workshops, I treated myself to a night dive. The site was Dr. Grooms, where I just was a [1] couple of days ago. That's ok though, I could finally see something, as I had my corrective-lenses-equipped mask with me. Saw a green moray sitting in a barrel sponge, some large lobster, and the smallest crab (around a couple of cm) sitting on a Gorgonian fan.

Overall the dive went better logistically than the [2] last night dive, since there were fewer divers on the boat. Though I almost did manage to get myself lost… I was diving with my buddy in one direction, but I guess I didn't notice the absence of his light for a while. When I finally did, I could only see a bunch of hazy dots around 75 feet away. I managed to rejoin the group without incident.

And then later in the dive, I start feeling my balance/buoyancy going out of whack. I reach around to my back, and my scuba tank is not where it is supposed to be, rather it is floating vertically toward the surface, held in place only by hoses. So I grabbed the tank and held it in place manually, and I was prepared to do so for the rest of the dive (we were planning on surfacing in a few minutes anyways), but the dive instructor was kind enough to re-secure the tank underwater so that I didn't have to hold it. This hasn't happened to me in a number of years but my dive buddy told me that it was bad karma, because I made fun of him for pre-wetting his straps before securing his tank.

Karma sucks.

On that note, you need to call me on my land line for now, since I also seem to have managed to loose my cell phone on the dive boat. Hopefully, I'll get it back tomorrow when the dive shop re-opens…