The smell of aviation fuel, the hum of the turbine, the immense noise from the rotor blades, being strapped into a seat are all unusual ways to start a dive trip.
Leaving at 6.30 in the morning for two days driving was a tough ask for some. "Where's Paris" was the question. My response was "In France", "No, Where's Paris Knight?", "In France when it's dark!". Some people are just not morning people I was quickly coming to understand.
This lovely beauty with a wingspan of at least three metres came within a metre of us at our recent trip to Exmouth. Olympus c350 3,2 megapixel in PT 021 Housing. No Flash. Photo Comp September '05 - Novice
"Hey Boss, I really want to take 12 kids diving with about 16 sharks" is not a good request in the days following a tragic attack at the Abrolhos (and the request to take a group there later in the year is a completely different issue!!), and the request being granted was an even larger surprise.