Moonwalking on bubbles...

Lately I found myself looking at the world in an entirely different way than I was used to. Cruising weightlessly past landscapes that most of the Sci-Fi movies can only dream of, powered by nothing more than the occasional waving of a fin, I discovered that we don't need the sky to reach the limit. And some fine limits to be found under the surface of the blue-greenish waters around Ko Tao. It is amazing that in these warm waters (29 degrees!) that seemed to be filled with divers there are still plenty more exotic fish to be seen than there are bubbles going up to the surface. And even those bubbles are part of the dreamlike atmosphere down there. But by far the most wonderful experience one can have is sinking down to a comfortable depth, accompanied by a flashlight and the moonlight to shine upon sleeping schools of fish and hovering stingrays looking for a nocturnal meal. The sky was clear and thus everything was submersed in a pale and monochromic fluid light. The beams of the torches assumed X-files attitudes as our team explored the reefs and activities on the bottom. A crab walked by in it's typical sideways march and as a beam of light waved over it the legs were radiantly reddish in the otherwise pale surroundings. The only sound was that of the corals clicking and bubbles going up, and of course the hissing sound of air going in your lungs trough high-pressured tubes and devices. Darth Vader was walking with us that night, and my lightsaber slashed it's way trough the water with an ease that is only found in handling Hattori Hanzo's famous blades. But I'm drifting of here...