ANYWAY, we went to Port Sudan again this weekend, but this time we went DIVING! I gotta to tell you: IT ROCKED. If it weren't for the whole T"ravel Warning to Sudan" that the USG insists on putting out all the time, I would TOTALLY recommend you do this trip as well. However, since I'm technically still (unless they fired me today, can't really be sure yet) a USG employee, I'm (allegedly) not supposed to recommend you travel here.
(But I do, because it was totally cool. )
(But I DON'T, because that would be wrong!!)
(No, I totally do.)
(But with the caveat that the living conditions are "primitive" because Sudan has not discovered Egyptian cotton - which never ceases to amaze me because Egypt is their Next Door Neighbor...Ergo, scratchy sheets. Buyer beware. How's THAT for a useful Travel Warning!?)
Okay, so my point...."No Shit There I Was..." I know I have said that once or maybe 27 imes before, but this time I really WAS there (in the shit)! But for reals this time!
Seriously, there were HAMMERHEADS yo! Of course, I didn't get any pictures, because we're USG employees and are too poor to afford a REAL underwater camera; therefore, all my documentary evidence is above 30 feet and the hammerheads were not cooperative for my photo op.
However, did I mention? HAMMERHEADS! Are you listening here?? SHARKS! In water. Me. In Water. (It's got the makings of my book entitled "No Shit There I Was" written ALL over it!!) I was fearless (if by fearless you mean that I started to hyperventilate into my regulator and then proceeded to simultaneously hide behind Josh's tank while I pushed him toward the approaching sharks...)
(I mean...we barely know him right?? What's five years of marriage?? We're still in that "getting to know the "real" you (and finding a way to put the real you back in the box where you had it hidden for the last 4 years) stage...)
So, to make a long, convoluted story you probably didn't want to hear in the first place, I give you PHOTOGRAPHIC PROOF to excuse my absence:
Just a bunch o'coral reef pics..pretty much the only thing that turned out on the photos. We can just all agree that I do not have an alternate career in photography awaiting me....
No. I don't know what this is either. At first I thought it was the reef shark we saw, but now I'm not so sure.....it might be a grouper. Or my missing slipper. Obviously, we can never be sure...
Tippy boat... welcome seasickness...my sea name was vomitey-girl.
Believe it or not, this is a clam. Or was it something else. I wasn't really listening. But it would be waay cooler if this was a clam.
This fish (whom I named Joe) refused to pose for a picture. After 72 tries, I gave up on Joe's Jackassery.
This was the wreck of the Umbria. Some Italian ship that sunk just before WWII. It was cool. Looks better up close....I swear I heard Celine Dion music playing down there.....
So there you have it. Photographic proof I was otherwise detained!!! Obviously, this means any of your absences will need to be excused as well. I'm sorry, but I don't make the rules (I just throw off the curve).