The Great Barrier Reef
Two and a half hours on a boat... not too bad if you are skimming across a lake or slowly exploring a mangrove. Not the best experience through rough Pacific waves, with every second passenger getting violently ill from the motion of the ocean. No amount of self control and determination can compete with nature. Stomachs just aren't built to be shaken or stirred. Even after everything had been brought up and after the dry heaves had finished, there was still some strange substance from the depths that felt the desire to escape my guts. Once I was underwater, it all made sense. After the first 2 metres, everything was calm and serene. A great feeling of peace and tranquility washed over me, along with the warm tropical waters of the outer reef. No matter how long a dive lasts, it is never long enough. Back on the boat for lunch was a queasy experience. Returning to the water for the second and final dive of the day was exhilarating. I felt as though I was swimming in God's fish tank. The colours and designs of the plethora of fishes was truly incomprehensible, even when viewed with my own eyes. It is as though each and every child on earth was set with the task of designing a fish in any colour combination and pattern. The only limit is the limits of the imagination. The most amazing fish that I saw must be the Harlequin Tuskfish. It was absolutely wonderful.