Nudi Gal: Licked by the liklik

I woke up early again but used my time wisely. I worked on my slugs and remolded my custom fit mouthpiece to see if it will work for me.

New people are arriving. And Kati and her kids left last night for Germany. They are staying for quite a long time. I told David, the chef that he needs to watch The Bear. He hadn’t really heard about. OMG. I am so excited for him to see it.

On the first dive we saw the Okenia liklik. It was the size of a grain of rice. I came up and Francis and Pirjo were fighting. Oh No! It turns out that Francis stayed on that little piece of coral for a half hour and could not find it. I guess he got licked by the liklik.

I have to decide which way to fix my diopter… to flip to the left or the right. During the surface interval, I reversed it and I think I like this way better… swinging open to the left.

We learned all about our dive guide Bobby today. He is married and has 2 girls and a boy. 12, 8 and 4 years old. His sister works at 3P and is also a dive guide, RuthB. She is married to the chef, David. And another mistake I made… I thought David was one of the brothers, but he is not.

There is Peter, Phillippe and Patrick. Kati is married to Phillippe. I can’t keep everyone straight.

Bobby said that his sister was a much better guide than he is. I am not sure how that could possibly be. On the second dive, RuthB’s group was on the same site and she brought me the tiniest little Moridilla brockii nudi. OMG. It was miniscule, I’d compare it to an eyelash. I tried to shoot it with the diopter but I'm not sure I was successful.

We did a muck dive in the afternoon. It was slow at first, but then picked up.

Then tonight was not my favorite night dive. I felt off. Like I wasn't finding anything… and that Pirjo was photographing things, I was waiting and then I would swim away and come back to look for the subject and never find them. I also felt like Bobby was bringing me shrimps and crabs and she was seeing all the nudis. And I couldn't get in the groove with the diopter. I also realized that I am forgetting how to look for slugs on my own. Bobby is so good, that I am being lazy just waiting for him. OK, enough feeling sorry for myself.

On a positive note, I wore my hood and didn’t take any extra weight down. Also, my “remelted” regulator mouthpiece continues to work fine. Hooray!

At dinner they served delicious eggplant and bacon (along with lots of other stuff) but I just ate eggplant. So good. The dessert was flan. My least favorite. I swear it is like boogers on a plate, but instead this time it was in a bowl. So gross. Francis loved it though, he ate mine too! I ordered the coffee ice cream instead.

Slug Kick Line

81 - Nembrotha sp. 1