Upon our arrival in P. Tioman, the head, sifu and guru of our band of diving warriors announced that it is time for us to unpack and at 3pm we are to go to the Dive Centre for our 1st dive. I was horrified thinking upon arrival I would be given a chance to take a much needed nap and relax and have the dive begin the next day. But being the macho man that I like to think I am, I just kept quiet and agreed reluctantly.
After having a nice lunch we all went to the Dive Centre (Marine Monkies) and started with the installation of equipment. I was already feeling extremely tired and a little bit sea sick but after seeing my 2 children excited about the dive I just continued installation of the equipment under the supervision of our divemaster.... Nizam Mansor of the Nizam Dive Team.
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| Nizam Mansor, our fearless Leader/DiveMaster |
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| Nizam of Nizam Dive Team |
Within minutes in the hot sun and the bouncing waves I felt sea sick and I was ready to hurl. Informing this bit of information to our fearless leader, he told me go ahead and puke. So I did what I was told and I believe my whole lunch and dinner came out. I told him that I was done and ready to get out. He continued with the rest of the family as they were doing well, and I had left the ocean for the shore and carried my self with the damn scuba tank on my back all the way to the dive centre. Our friends as well as Nizam kept giving us lots of encouragement and all I was thinking about was the fact that the fish had lots to eat due to my vomit and I was extremely hungry. I had almost given up but my lovely sayang kept saying that it was OK and lets continue tomorrow.
Thanks again baby girl..
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