When Fungie met London Fish (in the City) and Kosh the bounding hound
What else would you do on a bank holiday weekend, but get up at 3:30am, drive to Stansted, board a place bound for Kerry and drive an hour in a mini-bus with the driver paying more attention to their mobile than to the twists and turns of the Anascaul road, and for what? To dive with Dive Dingle why else?
Fish in the City, my friends, mentors and (dive/drinking) buddies came over to spend a weekend diving with us. The weather gods had other plans. They did get to dive “Wild Bank” and have a play with the seals at The Blaskets (animal not Navy) so the sea must have been fairly calm. A BBQ was had for all on Saturday night – no lamb was left unslaughtered for miles around, and everyone was tucked up in bed by 10pm – apart from the usual suspects who could be found in the darker dens of Dingle's nightlife scene, having a nightcap or three. Lisa, once again, showed the benefits of a mis-spent youth, by whopping everyone's ass on the pool table – I mean that in the playing pool rather than the corporal punishment way, of course.
The next day and our intrepid group were in Thornback Alley seeking the elusive Thornback Ray – Nick was keen to avoid getting bent so used the YBOD for the entire 8m dive ;o) So to more food – the “Goat Street Cafe” provided mighty fodder for us hungry divers, and Ed the Chef ensured that no-one was fit for nothing else apart from bed after the great meal he prepared for us. Tip for the future: no matter how much space you conserve dessert will always be bigger.
Kevin and Janine had to get Kosh and the van going rediculously early the next morning, catching the ferry from Cork. The others slept longer and rose to a beautiful day – the weather Gods of Dingle were being ficcle.
What did we learn over the weekend, well .... I learned a mantra from Kevin, “I'm a bear, I'm a bear”. I've been saying it every mornig and Lisa reckons that my hair is growing faster already! Now, where did I put that honey?
Fish in the City, my friends, mentors and (dive/drinking) buddies came over to spend a weekend diving with us. The weather gods had other plans. They did get to dive “Wild Bank” and have a play with the seals at The Blaskets (animal not Navy) so the sea must have been fairly calm. A BBQ was had for all on Saturday night – no lamb was left unslaughtered for miles around, and everyone was tucked up in bed by 10pm – apart from the usual suspects who could be found in the darker dens of Dingle's nightlife scene, having a nightcap or three. Lisa, once again, showed the benefits of a mis-spent youth, by whopping everyone's ass on the pool table – I mean that in the playing pool rather than the corporal punishment way, of course.
The next day and our intrepid group were in Thornback Alley seeking the elusive Thornback Ray – Nick was keen to avoid getting bent so used the YBOD for the entire 8m dive ;o) So to more food – the “Goat Street Cafe” provided mighty fodder for us hungry divers, and Ed the Chef ensured that no-one was fit for nothing else apart from bed after the great meal he prepared for us. Tip for the future: no matter how much space you conserve dessert will always be bigger.
Kevin and Janine had to get Kosh and the van going rediculously early the next morning, catching the ferry from Cork. The others slept longer and rose to a beautiful day – the weather Gods of Dingle were being ficcle.
What did we learn over the weekend, well .... I learned a mantra from Kevin, “I'm a bear, I'm a bear”. I've been saying it every mornig and Lisa reckons that my hair is growing faster already! Now, where did I put that honey?
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