Very shortly after starting to date the woman who would later become my wife, I followed her to Hawaii for a month long trip. She was in Vet school at the time and had somehow finagled a month long externship at the Zoo in Honolulu. Being the hopeless romantic that I was, I decided to surprise her by booking myself a ticket to join her adventure. As a side note, that line between hopeless romantic and creep in the bush is razor thin. So it was that in January of 2006 I found myself hanging out in Honolulu looking for things to do during the day while the girl I’d followed worked in the Zoo.
One of those things that I found was a SCUBA course. At the time it was a hell of a deal. I could pay $200 for an afternoon snorkeling trip or $270 to get SCUBA certified, which included the four open water dives. I passed grade 4 math, so I know a bargain when I see one. A week later I was in the ocean diving with Sea Turtles. I loved everything about it, but after we left our island paradise I let myself forget all about that underwater world.
Over the years I’ve often thought about going back to get re-certified, but I’ve always made excuses. Well no more, the next time we go somewhere that offers Diving I’m going to be ready to go.