Where's Scott?

We’ve planned another dive, and we wake early to catch the boat. Seb really tied one on the previous night, and he’s in really bad shape. He puts on a good British stiff upper lip (or stomach in this case) and we have an excellent dive exploring an artificial reef created by dumping some old Jeepneys just offshore. By the end of the dive, though, Seb’s really suffering, and when he hits the boat, he just collapses on the deck and stares the water, comatose! He’s actually green at this point, and prays for a good vomit (which he’s not granted).

Needless to say, Seb’s sorry state puts the kibosh on most of the afternoon’s activities, but we have some downtime to talk about the future. We broach the idea of hitting Tokyo for a quick visit, and the prospect of epic sushi actually has us considering leaving paradise! OK, so Seb and I are slaves to our stomachs, what can we say?