snuba is the new scuba
Oh us? Just grabbing some local Cayman beer at our new favorite diving spot.
Snuba diving. I didn't even know it was a thing until Friday morning when Brian and I miscommunicated about our plans and we ended up missing the scuba instructional class. Brian was super disappointed. And even though I had told everyone all week that I was scared to dive, I was disappointed too.
We biked to a coffee shop in George Town and got breakfast. Afterwards I did some snorkeling and Brian researched alternatives to the missed scuba opportunity. And he found snuba diving. It's similar except it doesn't require certifications or lots of heavy gear. We biked to the Cayman Cabana and met another couple interested in signing up with us. Our guide took us to a nearby shipwreck and through a large reef.
There was so much to see! I was nervous at first and my shallow breathing kept me overly buoyant. Even as I started to relax it still took me awhile to figure out how to mitigate the pressure in my ears. My mask prevented me from pinching my nose and blowing. Eventually I found that by sinking feet-first, I didn't experience nearly the pressure that I did swimming down face-first. And suddenly, it was a whole new world. :)
Brian didn't spray his mask with anti-fog because he thought it was my mask, and I had already sprayed mine earlier that morning. Poor Brian had a foggy mask in all his pictures. I felt terrible. It's hard to see his bright blue eyes.
After we came back from the dive, both Brian and I were famished! The guys next to the cabana had a small fish market. We walked over and bought two snapper filets. The cook at the Cayman Cabana prepared the fresh fish and gave us a side of fries. It was the most delicious meal I've ever had.
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