Hold onto your dive buddy's hand in Fij
n the silent blue depths of the Fijian coral reef, having my hand grabbed by the diver next to me was the tactile equivalent of a shout in the ear.
The diver happened to be my husband and the signal he was urgently passing on was the presence of a green turtle swimming just metres away from us.
The turtle lazily crossed our path and glanced at us with glassy black eyes before disappearing around the corner of a coral-covered outcrop. But my hand was not released from the vice-like grip my appointed dive buddy had chosen to apply.
Instead, it was yanked and pumped even harder as another creature had been spotted gracefully gliding across the sea floor below us.
It was a black-tipped reef shark moving with effortless guile some 10m away. The slow sway of its lithe grey body was enough to propel it through the water at a far greater speed than we could muster with the collective thrashing of our fins; an indication of the coiled power it held in perpetual anticipation.
Our dive trip seemed to have turned into a dive safari but without the ability to zoom off at top speed if things got hairy...[Link]
Labels: Diving Experience, Fiji




