Camping, for March Challenge

Two for the price of one for this challenge, a little poem and a piece of life writing.
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Camping, boating
anything outdoors,
you scent bacon frying
and you wish it were yours.


Mick, a rambunctious Aussie proposed a group dive from Takamaka beach, notorious for its steep shelving sand, big breakers and unpredictable undertow.  We allowed ourselves to be persuaded and the expedition set off,  jolting and jiggling along with the equipment in the back of a pickup driven by a daredevil Seychellois, to the southernmost tip of the island.

All went well as we waded out through the surf then ducked into the calm undersea world lying beneath the turmoil.  Silent oohs and ahs of pleasure greeted the sight of parrot-fish crunching coral, clown fish clowning, Moorish idols trailing their banners and a hawksbill turtle paddling lazily past. But our enjoyment was short-lived.  Pointing at his pressure gauge, Mick gave us the thumbs up.  No.  Not AOK, but time to surface.

Quite a shock greeted us.  Takamaka is a deep curving bay with rocky arms projecting each side into the Indian Ocean.  We found ourselves well outside their protection.  Nothing for it but to turn sharp left and dive again, the swell being too heavy to swim against in full gear.  But our air was also running out fast with the increased effort, and one by one heads bobbed to the surface again and struck out for the rocks.

Rugged fit young men, and even my 60-ish husband could cope, but I and some of the girls were struggling.  Our lusty leader towed me to the end of the rocky outcrop, where I clung on for dear life against the surge, while he went back for another straggler.  After a heroic co-operative effort, our party of eight divers was re-united on the rocks.  We clambered and slipped, swam a little, touched bottom only to be washed off again, until the exhausted divers at last gained the beach and flopped down onto the sand, reflecting on the fact that the next available landfall would have been Sri-Lanka, a thousand miles away.


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15 Responses to Camping, for March Challenge

  1. Becca Givens says:

    Delightful! Plus I love the smell of bacon, anytime, but nothing beats in the early morning outdoors! ~becca~


  2. Reflections says:

    Oh wow, quite the dive that one was. It has always seemed intriguing to me, the world underwater, yet one I have not had the pleasure of exploring as in-depthly as you. But I must admit, have put myself in a few precarious positions hiking and such, with inclines being way steeper than we realized.


  3. What an experience that dive! I’m not at all surprised that it is still so vivid in your memory. Would love to see photos…


    • vivinfrance says:

      We didn’t have an underwater camera at that time, although later Jock used a cheap throw away camera to film a whale shark. I’ll see what I can dig up from those 2 magic years for a later post. We kept detailed diaries, but unfortunately they were lost in one of our house-moves.


  4. ladynimue says:

    I never been on such adventure so i sure enjoyed this post !


  5. honeyhaiku says:

    I think bacon evokes strong tones of desire, alone, just in its written form. This was clearly the case here. Great post, you are quite the adventurer! Viv, your life experiences resound in all your work.


  6. Tilly Bud says:

    Love the poem but can I suggest ‘and wish it were yours’ for the rhythm?

    Or is it ‘was’?

    You hit on a real truth in those four lines; there’s nothing you want more than bacon when you smell it.

    Scary experience you describe there. So glad you made it.


  7. earlybird says:

    two very evocative posts. thanks for the bacon!


  8. Wonderful adventure to remember. And nothing smells as good as bacon on the open air……….


  9. What a crazy diving adventure! You’re very brave! That bacon sounds good,mmmmm!


  10. Mike Patrick says:

    Exciting, Viv. I qualified as a diver years ago, but the closest water is the muddy Mississippi river with impossible currents and zero visibility. Did take a trip to the Florida Keys where I got in a couple of fabulous dives and some great snorkeling, but that is about it.


  11. cloakedmonk says:

    Wow! Not a time to panic, for sure. Scary.
    Your poem has made me hungry. Bacon has to be one of God’s top 10 gifts.


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