The Ryndex

I just put together a little hors d’oeuvre of a travel log to remember my dive trip to Trebeurden, Bretagne.

The dive club at work, in association with the Hippocampe dive club, organized a short vacation. This was the first time I’ve ever dived in Bretagne.

The hotel was hard to find. It was comfortable enough, but the walls were made of cigarette paper — and our neighbour snored like a cement mixer. We didn’t sleep, which was a shame since that was the reason we had a hotel in the first place.

Afterwards, someone recommended whistling as an alternative to banging your head on the wall in extreme sleep deprived insanity. Apparently, this can distract the snorer into a different sleep pattern without waking him up. I recommend lying in bed in a murderous rage, and then getting sick the next day.

But even with plenty of sleep, some divers took naps.

Here we are getting on the boat. These are all my coworkers. This would have been the first time I’d ever taken my camera on the boat.

And this is the first photo that I’ve ever taken underwater. Ain’t I a stinker?

Underwater, Trebeurden is a dim brown, but there’s a lot of brightly coloured and interesting things to see.

Such as crustaceans (yummy)

and squid

and sponges

and starfish.

That’s all I’ve taken for underwater photos.

Fortunately the scenery was nice as well.

Hooray for Trebeurden!