I was introduced to scuba diving at fifteen, and as cheesy as it sounds (be warned, what follows is next level fromage- a Gurnay, if you will)- it was a life-altering experience (I warned you, didn’t I?)
Anyhow, as it so happens, the only time I was booked to do a wreck dive was in Kenya (where you dive at a shipwreck site), and at the very last minute, I fell sick. And since there really weren’t too many wrecks in either Dubai or Singapore, I’ve yet to do a wreck dive.
And what better a place to do a wreck dive than the Antilla wreck, just off the coast of Aruba? I mean, come on:
And to those who don’t really care for diving, or wreck diving, or have a phobia of fish, I repeat- I mean, come on:
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