Hello interwebs. It’s been a while, hasn’t it. Anyhow, guess who’s back from a dive trip? I’d recently changed my passport, and I have to admit that it was quite sad to retire the old one as I was rather proud at how abused it was.
Back to Brunei to check out them wrecks, first stamp in the new passport; this time with my best buddy in tow, who would go on to complete his Advanced Open Water and Nitrox certification.
Kolo mee to start the day right, courtesy of #bossroger. We’d arrived in the afternoon, our homie from Singers whisked us out for exotic eats. Note to self, do not eat crocodile again.
The quest for fried chicken. Jucier than our local KFC, though it’s postulated that the extra flavour comes from hormone injections.
Dive Day 1: Pre dive. Both of us were pretty apprehensive given that it’s been literally years since we last dived. The quest for mermaid sighting continues.
Best bud did his courses, while I hung around and got sea sick. Interestingly, while I don’t quite fancy diving, the disdain peaks while on the boat. Once in the water, things are generally fine and dandy. Pelong was pretty murky that day, with nothing much to look at. I had a bit of an incident where my mask flooded and I decided to kick to the surface to put it back on. Not the best decision, really. Luckily Pelong was rather shallow. If it had been deeper, I’d be in quite a bit of shit.
Dive Day 2 was nice- Australia wreck, US wreck, and South Bank. Best bud had a bit of panic attack on US wreck but was thankfully rescued by #bossroger.
Chill Day: On board #bossroger’s boat for a pleasant day of fishing, BBQ and plain old chillax.
Loads of small fish were caught, though when we revisited the wreck directly beneath, the fish were four times as huge.
Catch of the day.
Destination: Pulau Kuraman. From Brunei to Malaysia!
Good nosh on the barbie. Interestingly, the pork in Brunei is less strong smelling than what we get in Singers. There was lots of lamb and chicken, and best bud reports that he ate 10 chicken wings. I scarfed down loads of pork belly 😀
#bossroger’s dog, Booboo, fed from skinny to regular size.
Back to Muara, where we slacked off at the Royal Brunei Yacht Club with booze.
Dive Day 3: Floataway boat with all our gear- battery died, but was somehow revived after. Things seem to be going to the dogs.
One particular wreck site was uh-mazing, and absolutely teeming with marine life. The reef dives, South Bank and Abana Pole, were really nice. It was like hovering above a fish tank, and being able to check out all the weird stuff up close.
Us at the end of it: me, #bossroger, Best Buddy, White Person.
One of the royal planes circling. #bossroger says it’s to burn off the fuel (?)
Here’s hoping for more diving to come!