The World Underwater
The sergeant major damselfish greets me as I tumble under water. He is decked out in his ceremonially white and yellow tunic with five vertical black stripes. Great my mask and snorkel did not fall off and the water is not cold. I tread water in slow motion aided by fins. My gaze is transfixed to the colourful underwater world. It is like swimming in an aquarium without a glass wall. Might I be fed down here? I press my mask just to ensure it does not fall off. What a tranquil world it is here! I just left a noisy tour boat of fins and foreign languages with English spoken in many accents. There are eight of us in my group and the plan is to swim to the reef and back. Of course we must return to the same boat which could be a problem since there are many tour boats anchored here. The two sisters from Calgary are in the other group. How were we divided? By apparent fitness or who might tip the guide? Amongst the eight are two young boys who appear to have much energ