So we have a regular scuba baby here. Last weekend I went on my first wreck dive and it was scary but really really good. It was quite deep, I went to maybe 32m and had to inch my way down a rope to get there. One on the wreck, there were so many fish. Huge sea bream which just weren't scared of us, I could feel them as they slicked past my hands. Long saucer-eyed barracuda darted amongst teh bream, trying to catch some. These massive black cat-fish-like fish swimming lazily past, eyeing us from behind rusted railings.

My buddy's air tank slipped out of its harness and we had a moment where we all swam together, holding it to until we were on the flat side of the wreck and coule sit and re-attach it. Quite nerve-wracking but it's nice to feel adrenaline pump once in a while. I decompressed at 5m and was suddenly freezing cold. Your teeth chattering underwater isn't fun- my lips ached from being pursed around the plastic mouthpiece to stop water flowing in with every involuntary spasm.

It was fun though :) and I even managed to have a whole converstion in Greek over coffee afterwards and share an 'asteia' or a joke. You'll have probably heard it before but here goes:
A man goe to see a psychiatrist to treat his multiple personality disorder and eventually, once treated, he receives his bill. "Why have I been charged so much more than expected?!"
"Well, with you, it was a group therapy."