Similar to the previous morning, I woke up at about 7:45am to catch the taxi to the dock for breakfast before setting out for another exciting two day dive. Speaking of taking of our taxi, I would love to tell you about my new friend named Glen. Glen is our taxi driver everyday and he takes us from point A to point B. You see, our taxi is set up with a front seat for the driver and a single passenger followed by four rows that seat five people each. Since we have 16 people on our trip, I volunteered multiple times to sit up front with Glen. Glen is a very humble, emotional, and uplifting person. He exemplifies the ideal native that leaves here. Moving on, I had breakfast on the dock again with my fellow compadres. Next, we went aboard the Sea Monkey and my junior lad Julian aided me in applying sun screen to my back and shoulders. We headed out about ten minutes to Long Bay to scout out good location for our coral harvesting project. Prior to this two tank dive, we as a group went out on a thirty minute snorkeling session only to see the biggest sea turtle ever! Returning to the boat, I geared up for the first dive of the day in which we set out to collect damage/broken off coral in order to relocate and plant it somewhere else. I collected broken off pieces of stag-horn from the of the sea floor. We returned to the boat after that to eat some lunch (ham sandwich with some chips) before our second dive. Next, we threw back on our gear, grabbed hold of our coral and dove down about ten feet to harvest and re plant on healthy coral. Not only was this the most diverse dive of the trip but it was also the most interesting. I learned how individuals can have a positive affect on the marine life by relocating broken coral to more suitable locations. After completed the so called “mission”, the group and I retuned to our boat and headed back to Virgin Gorda. Who would have thought, Glen was there at the dock ready to pick us up to take us back to our huts. Although it is Saturday, we scurried off to get ready for mass. The Catholic Church was located on one of the highest points on Virgin Gorda overseeing the beautiful Caribbean. The church was small and quaint containing about 20 rows thus not seating too many people. The priest did a beautiful job with the mass. The homily was mainly about identifying your weaknesses to prevent oneself from becoming too proud; furthermore, if one is weak with himself then he/she becomes strong with the lord. After mass, Glen and I jammed to Christmas in July on the way to dinner on the hill. We had some delicious Italian food however nothing is better than my mom’s Sunday night dinners back at home. The day once again comes to an end as the sun sets over the horizon. I’m exhausted and can’t feel my legs once again. Oh and if anyone is wondering, my Chaco tan is coming along just great!
