Later I joined Capt’n Gregg’s for a 09h00 dive. A boat ride took us to Sabang
Wrecks for a fifty-five-minute drift dive. The depth was an average of twenty
metres, making it an exciting dive featuring plenty of fish. Hundreds of photos
were taken, but using a GoPro, one needed to be awfully close to your subject to
get any shots.
Sabang Beach
Shocked at the amount spent on scuba diving, I thought it best to have a day of
snorkelling. The colours were terrific in the shallow waters. The problem with
scuba diving was one loses the colours quickly. Red was the first to go at around
fifteen feet, followed by orange at twenty-five feet, yellow at thirty-five to forty-
five feet, and green at approximately seventy to seventy-five feet. (Interestingly,
the colours disappear underwater in the same order as they appear in the colour
spectrum.) Objects further could look up to 25% closer underwater than they are,
and up to 33% larger.
Sabang Beach
This day’s dive was a bit of a pain as my B.C. kept self-inflating and the dump
valve didn’t want to expel the air. It did, nevertheless, work when I turned on my
back. Of course, any equipment malfunction makes it a stressful dive. Fortunately,
Ted Dunn, my dive buddy, was super-experienced, and all went well. Besides the
equipment, the dive was lovely and sported plenty of colourful fish and coral.
Sabang Beach
By then, the norm was doing an early morning dive at Dungeon Wall, a pleasant
dive revealing large schools of fish and unique corals.
Cockfighting was, after basketball, the most popular hobby/sport in the
Philippines. Summing up the courage, I hesitantly set off to the arena.