Air Hoggery & Inducement to Exercise

I've made the plunge. Into the “deep” -- uh 35 feet below the surface. I did a one-tank resort dive in the Bahía Flamingo this Tuesday to refresh my memory of proper diving techniques in preparation for a two-tank dive this Saturday in the Islas de Catalinas. It went great, except for the fact that I used up my air in about 26 minutes, which is about half/third of the time it should take. I wasn't nervous, I actually find it really relaxing to be weightless in a 3-D world, but I've got to breathe a lot less deeply but still slow if I don't want a repeat tomorrow (probably have to consciously think about it). Instead of the giant stride off the side of the boat, it was cool diving backwards James Bond style twice.

We didn't come across any big animals (at least while I was down there) but it was cool seeing rays, scorpion fish, puffer fish, star fish, sea urchins, and clams on the volcanic ocean bottom. There aren't really much coral in these parts, but when I go to the Carribean there is supposed to be much more, along with better visibility (although anything is better than a muddy Colorado lake). When I'm going tomorrow I hope to swim with the tiburones, which will give me something to brag about when I go to the local hangout in Portrero, Las Brisas on Saturday night. Assuming the sharks don't eat me.

Also, I've been walking the beach for a hour every day, and for those who say exercise isn't rewarding, I have this to say. Who knows, maybe every other day in your walk you'll find una Señorita bella who for whatever reason likes to sunbathe European style. Oh, ya, I forgot I'm on the beach, and it's snowing in the US. Okay that was too cruel.