Location: Ahe Atoll, Tuamotos, French Polynesia
I can’t believe that this is the final blog I’ll write. Each moment we realize the finality of everything we’re doing: our last jump in the shower, our last anchor watch, our last dive, etc. Our time aboard feels at once limited and yet infinite. Soaking in the full moons, breathless sunsets, and gorgeous twilights, we stretch time as far as we can, pulling at its fibers to savor each moment a little longer. Soon, the nostalgia of our time aboard will warm our bones as we drift into swift, uninterrupted sleep. And we won’t be woken at 12 am for watch. In fact, most of us won’t be woken at all. We’ll all sleep in, resting, as the clay mold of Argo slowly peels and cracks. We’ll go back to normal friends and our normal lives. But we’ll remember the moment our stars aligned: the circumstances that afforded us this opportunity, the times we dove into the Pacific, the ease life lulled itself into as we relaxed in a place few will ever know. And I’ll always appreciate this.
Today, we flipped what we did yesterday. After a class (as well as a field trip) in the morning, some individuals dove in the afternoon, while others lingered around Ahe or studied for our Oceanography final aboard. Rescue divers underwent a final scenario wherein two unresponsive divers were floating underneath Argo; our rescuers managed to save them, proudly earning themselves a hard-fought PADI Rescue Diver certification! After our final jump in the shower, we proceeded to take our final Oceanography exam.
That’s all for today. First mate Ian Wiggin accomplished what few deemed possible; he defied English tradition and cooked us some lovely, spicy steak! He’s proud that he cooked an incredibly spiced meal–one that had your resident Indian author parched and dying for some rice and water.