I got electrocuted by an outlet socket

Hello fine folks, we’re at the airport in Cebu, where we’ve been since 10.30 am this morning. It’s now 4.22 pm and our flight is delayed until 5.30 pm, we hope. They keep changing the flight time. Good thing we decided to travel back to Manila two days before our flight to Jakarta. Our flight to Jakarta is scheduled on Monday for 10.10 pm. Morten wanted to fly out the same day as our Jakarta flight, but I insisted we travel before in case our flight would be delayed. Even though it’s in two different days, you never know. When it comes to flights, better safe than sorry. What to do when your flight is delayed several hours? You can watch some Netflix, read a book, update your blog like I’m doing now, or you can get electrocuted by an outlet socket. Yep that happened. When we got the first announcement that our flights was going to be delayed to 3.20 pm, we knew we would have to charge our phones. Nothing eats away your battery life like boredom at the airport. We have one power bank, but we forgot to charge it last night. I looked around and found one outlet. I probably shouldn’t have touched it as the socket and all the cables was open. But someone else was also charging their phone too, so I didn’t give it an extra thought. The charger wouldn’t connect with the outlet, as I was trying with both hands all of a sudden this painful sensation went through my body. I screamed in pain and the charger just flew out of my hand. I don’t know if it was my body’s reaction to just let go or the shock made me do it. Everyone started to stare at me and Morten came running over asking if I was ok. Too in shock to realize that I had been electrocuted by the outlet. Hands shaking and my heart beating like crazy. And of course I started laughing nervously like I always do when something painful happens. This is the first time this has ever happened, and it was such a strange sensation. It’s like a numbing tingling sensation all over your body and you sit there confused, like did this really happen? Almost like when you’ve had too much caffeine and you get the shakes. My left hand is still shaking, and it feels like my fingers have been lifting weights and are too sore to do anything. I should probably get checked out by a doctor, but for now I think I’m fine. Let’s just cross our fingers that nothing else happens. I mean one bad thing should be enough for today right? Wish us good luck!

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Beachlife and chill

After a hectic week of traveling here and there, we reached the island of Bantayan in Cebu. We were predetermined on squeezing in 2 islands in one week. Making that 3 islands in 2 weeks. Not only is it more time consuming to travel with a full itinerary, but it’s money consuming as well. With Morten being sunburned resembling a lobster, blister on his left food, coral cuts on his right, and a deep coral cut under my foot, we thought it best to just slow down. When we woke up to bright sunshine, an incredible view, a pristine white beach all to ourselves. The choice was easy, we just stayed put doing absolutely nothing. When you see the pictures I’m sure you can understand our decision to stay. We arrived this paradise island on Monday, and since then we’ve been sleeping on sun beds under the shade drinking San Mig lights, eating Magnum almond ice-cream and playing cards. By playing cards I mean trying to teach Morten how to play cards, his memory of card games is equal to a 3 year old. And of course we finally sent up that drone, taking some seriously nice overview shots of the beach. Check it out, and if you get the crave for Bantayan, the deets on how to get here is at the bottom of the post.


Bantayan is situated to the west of the northern Island of Cebu. It’s divided into 3 municipalities – Bantayan, Madridejos and Santa Fe. With the latter being our designated home for the week. Here’s a map of Cebu.

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To get here you have to first fly in to Cebu, you can probably take a boat if that is easier for you, I haven’t checked up on that. Depending on the time of day you arrive, spending one night in Cebu first might be a good idea to check out what’s what, also because the last ferry to Bantayan leaves at 4pm.

Take a taxi to the Northern bus terminal in Cebu city, and find the bus that goes to Bantayan. The price for the bus is 220 pesos, the trip takes about 3 and a half hour with one bathroom break. There will be signs in the bus window, if in doubt just ask and they will gladly point you in the right direction.The bus drives to Hagnaya port where you take the ferry over to Bantayan Island. All you have to do is get off the bus, buy your tickets, walk through the port and back to the boat where the bus is waiting for you. The ticket price for the ferry is 180 pesos, and takes about one hour. When you reach Bantayan Island, the first city will be Santa Fe, so remember to make arrangements with the bus driver beforehand, so he can drop you off in the right city. The buses are air-conditioned, with plastic covering the seats and the head rest. There is a TV screen with movies playing the whole time. We were lucky and got to watch Kung Fu panda 3, London has fallen and Maleficient.

 A friendly tip! The bathrooms in the stops are really gross to be honest, and the smell is terrible. So remember to work on those squat muscles and bring toilet paper as there is none here. Let’s just say I’ve had my share of unpleasant toilet visits while driving around here in the Philippines.

There you have it, it’s easier than you would’ve thought so it’s definitely worth the trip. This is what awaits you on the other side.


But where’s the beach?

When you travel to Palawan and places like El Nido, surely you have some expectations with a certain image in your mind of how it’s supposed to look like. Our first night in Puerto Princesa you could say we were a tiny tad disappointed when we couldn’t see any beaches. Especially when a friend said the day before “It’s all beach wherever you look”. They say you shouldn’t have any expectations to avoid disappointment, but when thousands of imagines and video clips on social media portrays Palawan as heaven on earth with clear lagoons and white beaches, it’s hard not to have some. We walked around to check out what Purto Princesa was all about, but the traffic was hectic, cars everywhere and lots of dust making it hard to breathe. Being a vegetarian and all I have had difficulties eating here in the Philippines. Their diet is mostly meat based with very little fruit and vegetables, I’m not saying it’s impossible, but it’s difficult. We saw they had just opened a new SM mall in PP, so where better to find vegetarian friendly food than in a mall. I was wrong. After one hour of walking up and down, back and forth, I gave up and went into the supermarket and stacked up with fruits, bread and peanutbutter. If you ask me what is my nr 1 thing I never travel without, “Peanutbutter”. It’s delicious and it fills you up. My friend is always making fun of me because I eat peanutbutter with everything. But when your dietary needs is hard to come by, you can always go for peanutbutter with bread topped with sliced bananas. Yummy!

We booked a different hotel when we came back from El Nido. It was further away from downtown but it was more quiet. More what we expected the city to look like. It seemed we were staying in an area where the locals live. Which in my opinion is the best way to experience a new city. Here me and Morten also bought matching t-shirts, which I will show very soon so stay tuned. We have a plan on wearing the t-shirts on every international flight. Ain’t nothing quite like traveling with your bestfriend, especially if that best friend is a guy.


The forgotten ones

Today started out as one of those days where absolutely everything was perfect. The weather, the scenery, the company and the atmosphere. A perfect pristine white beach all to our selves with turqouise clear water. Except for the pearl sellers strolling up and down the beach in hopes of finding someone who is willing to buy, it’s just me and Morten. We reminiscence about our past struggles, and how fortunate we are to be in this situation where can travel the world, even if it meant selling all our belongings for this grand adventure. “Cheers to that” we say and smile as we look upon the stunning view in front of us. After a couple of beers, icecream and a dozen of new photos for our Instagram, we decide to drive around town to check out what’s on the outside of this beautiful resort. As we get the key to the scooter I hear a familiar wail of pain. The exact same scream my dog makes when she is in pain, or has hurt herself. We can’t see where it’s coming from. I try to shake it off, this is just the way it is here in Asia. People don’t love their dogs the same way as us westerners. “Stop!” I yell at Morten as I see the source of screams. It’s a dog lying on the side of the road, screaming in pain. Barking, frightened and unable to stand up. I can’t see any wounds, and know not to touch it as it might bite. I slowly approach it while the locals tell me to stay away. They just stare at the dog. What the hell is wrong with these people is all I can think. Frantically I try to find a veterinary or animal hospital to call, but there is none. There is no one to call, there is no one who will help. I feel helpless as I can’t do anything to ease the dogs pain. There is feces on the ground. The dog just keeps cramping in pain, wailing, unable to stand up. Desperation in his eyes meets mine. Finally someone agrees to drive into town to alert whoever is in charge of animals wellbeing on this island. I sit down next to the dog as there isn’t much more I can do. He will not leave this world alone. More passerby’s come and then someone who knows his owner goes to alert him. Not merely 30 minutes ago this dog was sleeping on the sun beds next to us, and now it’s lying in the side of the street, whimpering, wailing in excruciating pain. One last cramp, and I can see the life leave this beautiful dog. Turns out the dog ate rat poison. I start to cry and curse upon all these people for not giving a damn about those who cannot fend for themselves. At least he is no longer in pain is all I can manage to say. His owner finally comes with a plastic sheet, wraps up the dog and carries the dog away.  I go back to our room and sit in the bathroom unable to stop crying. Thinking about what if this was my Bella? It’s a painful reminder of how fragile life can be. This is the first time I’ve seen a living creature die. The picture of this pup will forever be imprinted in my mind. Asia is amazing and wonderful but it also breaks your heart in ways you can’t imagine. Seeing the lack of animal welfare is hard to swallow, especially if you have a soft spot for animals, the way I do. I can’t help but take it personally. and it’s even harder not to become hateful towards the locals. But hate will not solve anything and hate will not change the way they view animals. All we can do is watch and learn, gain knowledge and try to set a good example for others. And maybe, just maybe those actions will catch on and there will be change. But for now let’s take a moment and say a prayer for the forgotten ones. The stray dogs and the cats roaming the streets in search for their forever home.fullsizeoutput_17a

Bucketlist check: El Nido, Palawan

There are few things in life I love more than spending my days wearing a bikini, the feeling of sand between my toes, and with a fresh coconut in my hand. I must’ve been a mermaid or something in a previous life because whenever the opportunity arises, I flee the city and seek shelter in the big blue. Being near the ocean, listening to waves while sitting in the sand is such a soothing sensation. That’s why you will find places like Palawan far more often on my bucket list than big cities. And you bet I finally ticked Palawan off my list. El Nido is exactly what you see in pictures. Pristine white beaches, crystal clear lagoons and turquoise waters. Palawan and El Nido is a dream come true. Like most people I had heard how difficult going there would be, but that didn’t put me off from trying. Is it worth the hassle? Absolutely. Scroll through the pictures, and if you still feel as strongly about taking the trip, you will find all the details at the bottom of this post.


Palawan is one big island built up of smaller ports if you may. The most famous ones is Puerto Princesa, El Nido and Coron. We flew in from Manila to Puerto Princesa, spent one night and took a shared mini van the following day for El Nido. The trip takes about 5-6 hours. It’s not the most comfortable drive as the roads are bumpy, and the seats are missing the upper part. This makes sleeping hard, but the price is only 500 pesos per person, which makes it worth it. The money saved can be spent on something more fun, like an extra day of island hopping. If you want more comfort, you can always hire a private car, or fly directly to El Nido or Coron. Coron is even farther away, like 8 hours farther away. Flight might be the better option. Mind you we came here in low season so less crowded, but low season means unstable weather. The weather forecast said rain and thunderstorm every single day. I like to call it bipolar as the weather switched from sunshine to rain within minutes apart. But this is something you just have to take for what it is, and make the best out of a unlucky situation. The bad weather didn’t stop us from hopping on a Island tour, or Morten underestimating the sun and skipping the sun lotion. Let’s just say someone looks like a lobster now…

One thing to note is that El Nido the city, is not what you see in pictures. So don’t get discouraged when you first arrive. The fun part is the island hopping tours. There are 4 different ones to choose between. A, B, C and D, with A and C being the most popular, and best they say. Morten and I did tour A together, and I did C solo as he was too sunburned to leave the room. The price for the difference tours ranges between 1200-1400 pesos, with a 200 pesos nature park fee (this is a one time fee, so take care of the receipt). Each tour takes about 6-7 hours with lunch included. If you have any dietary needs, do specify when you book so they can prepare food accordingly. Who to book with? Pretty much anyone in town. There are street signs with tour operators on every street and corner.

What to bring? Snacks and water, sun lotion, underwater camera, dry bag and a snorkel mask if you have. If not they will give this out for those who need. Oh and aqua shoes or diving booties. Some of the areas in the lagoons are really shallow, I got a deep cut under my foot, and Morten’s foot looks like a flesh eating insect has been munching away. Once again, if you don’t have you can rent these anywhere in town for 100 pesos. What else? Just have fun and enjoy this beautiful island.


Georgetown, a place of happy colours

Where do I even begin to describe Georgetown? First of all I consider myself well traveled for my age group. There are few places I have been that left such a strong impression on me like Malaysia. The country is absolutely beautiful, underrated and under the radar. If you haven’t been, then make sure to book your next holiday to this magnificent asian country. When to go? Try to time it with their national holiday, Merdeka. The country comes alive with all it’s inhabitants coming out to celebrate, and they will gladly invite you to celebrate with them. I came to Georgetown just in time for the 64th annual food festival, with the Sunday pop up market falling at the same time. 3 major events all in one weekend. I could not have timed it any better, and that without doing research about where I was going. Now you’ve heard me brag on and on about Malaysia. I’ve shared about Kuala Lumpur, about the amazing dive sites, and now it’s time to put the spotlight on Penang. What can you do and see here in Penang? As I explained, try to time it with the annual Merdeka festival. This way you get the most bang for your buck. Penang is the street food capital of Malaysia, some say even of the world. You are guaranteed a good meal, and yes they cater to vegetarians and vegans. I ate like a queen the whole time. Heck I even went to a vegan restaurant and threw a feast all by myself. If you have me on snapchat you what I’m talking about. It’s so cheap here that a feast is do-able for anyone looking to fill out those booty shorts. When you’ve eaten, eaten and then eaten some more, then taking a walk around town is a good idea to get rid off those yummy calories. Strap on your walking shoes, because Georgetown is a living art museum. I have never been to a place where street art is so prominent, celebrated, and actually become a business for tour operators. Georgetown my friends, is a very cool city, it’s a world heritage site for good reasons. I spent 5 days treasure hunting for different art pieces, every single one unique in it’s own way. Photographing so much that by the end of each day, my battery was almost dead. There is too many pictures for me to share in one post, I will divide it up into different ones. Nothing less for the best, right? Oh and I’m sure I don’t even need to say how friendly everyone is. I’m a solo female traveller, with a lot of visible tattoos, not your ordinary chick. Some people frown upon tattoos, most often conservative people. Even Thai people aren’t the biggest fans of tattoos. My mom keeps telling me to stop because it’s not very lady like. And here I come to a muslim country, where almost every single person I talked to, absolutely loved them and complimented my body art. For some this might not seem like a big deal, but for me it actually means a lot. This just goes out to prove that you will find some of the most friendliest people on earth, right here in Malaysia. And just to put a lid on it, I do think it’s important in these times where discrimination and racism is so prominent, and out in the open, to point out that muslims are just like you and me. To point out the good side you don’t hear about in the media. I find their culture and religion beautiful, if you knew the true meaning of Islam, you would see that it’s peaceful and full of love. Malaysia is proof that people of different cultures and religions can co-exist, as they do and have done for years. Maybe we can learn a thing or two.fullsizeoutput_3097fullsizeoutput_3098fullsizeoutput_309bfullsizeoutput_309cfullsizeoutput_309dfullsizeoutput_309efullsizeoutput_309ffullsizeoutput_30a0fullsizeoutput_30a2fullsizeoutput_30a3fullsizeoutput_30a4fullsizeoutput_30abfullsizeoutput_30acfullsizeoutput_30bdfullsizeoutput_30befullsizeoutput_30bffullsizeoutput_30c0fullsizeoutput_30c1fullsizeoutput_30c2fullsizeoutput_30c3

Perfectly happy in-between places

The last leg of summer is officially over, I fly out to Manila today to meet up with my dear friend Morten. He will be my travel companion for the next 4-5 months to come. I’ve been traveling alone all summer around SE Asia, and I’m looking forward to exploring else where than Asia. Traveling the world was a goal I set myself right before I graduated high school, telling everyone I knew, as soon as I graduate I will just leave and travel the world. Driving everyone a lot of crazy with all my talk of how I never felt like I belonged, that I wasn’t truly living the way I wanted. A lot of people thought I was crazy for wanting to leave, I thought they were crazy for wanting to stay. A part of me knows it’s also a reason why none of my relationships have lasted beyond 2-3 years. My soul is too restless, my heart is too wild, my sense of self too independent to be willing to share it with someone else. My ex asked me when we had been dating for a couple of months, if I wanted him to come along, I answered “This is something I’ve dreamed of doing since I was a little girl, but when I’m on the top of Mount Everest I would love to share it with someone else”. B, if you’re reading this, sorry but I lied. I didn’t really want to share that dream. But the heart wants what it wants. Eventually I tried to fit my dream into our lifestyle, when I say fit, I mean forcing us to become this travel couple. Whenever I would go to bed I would dream of traveling the world, but it was hard for me to imagine him, or anyone else for that matter, by my side. It was always me out there conquering the world, alone. Rather than just go follow my dream, I would turn our home upside down trying to change it, never being satisfied the way it was. This would drive him insane, causing a lot of fights. In the end of our relationship we had a conversation where I broke down in tears because I wasn’t happy staying in Oslo, expressing my fear that if I left, it would be the end of us. He promised he would stay, and I promised I wouldn’t leave. I felt chained down, not because of him, but because I was afraid of letting go. Deep down I think he always knew that I would never be satisfied with staying in one place, no matter how hard I tried to convince him otherwise. 2 months later we finally came to the point where we no longer could pretend. It took longer for me to accept defeat. Even when our apartment was sold, I had trouble letting go. When it was time for me to leave, I felt like a caged bird that needed to spread her wings, not only to fly away but to soar through the skies. And that is exactly what I have been doing. Flying high in the sky, or in my case dive deep into the blue with turtles and sharks. My friends ask me when will I come home and my mom don’t think I will ever return. “I don’t know” is my honest answer, because I truly don’t know. Maybe next month, maybe never. I know I’m not the only one who’s had their relationship ruined unconsciously because of their restless soul. That’s why it’s so important that you follow that dream, you create a life for yourself before you give your heart away. I mean it’s great if you happen to meet someone who wants the exact same thing as you, and you are willing and happy to share it. Perhaps one day I will meet someone and settle down, get a normal job, have some kids and build that house with the white picked fence. Maybe I will end up like the bucket list family traveling the world with their 2 kids. Perhaps not. So dear friends and family, stop asking me when I will come home. I’m exactly where I want to be, perfectly happy in-between places.

Love, Chris.


Sipadan diving, a dream come true, or a living nightmare?

“Welcome to paradise” we greet each other when the boat docks at the pier on Sipadan Island. Before we are allowed into the blue, we have to sign in with the local authorities. This way only people with permits are allowed to dive here. Is it worth all the fuss? Absolutely. Was it a dream come true? With the right company, absolutely. Did I go with the wrong company? You bet. For two days I had bugged the people in the reception at Scuba Junkies, to call other companies for me, because my phone was out of credit. After repeatedly being that annoying girl, begging them to call again and again, I finally scored a permit with Billabong. I squealed and jumped up and down, bursting with happiness. Billabong is another dive company on the other side of the island Mabul. Whatever the price, I would gladly pay it for a chance to dive with sharks, jack fish, giant schools of barracudas and hopefully some rays. Every divers dream. This dream not so much, more like a divers nightmare that could have gone very bad. I was told to meet at Billabong at 7.30 am for breakfast before heading out. I couldn’t sleep that night, I was too excited and woke up 6.00 am by myself, before my alarm went off. Checked some emails, updated Instagram and the whole shebang. By the time I was leaving Scuba Junkies the rain came down, hard. I didn’t bring an umbrella, I was completely soaked when I reached Billabong. Me and the other divers started chatting, and one of the girls, Jasmina explained this company is very unorganised. The first sign that this would not go 100% as expected, but hey we are going to Sipadan, and we are gonna see sharks!

After about one hour we finally head out, we had to gear everything up ourselves which I do prefer. When you pay 960 ringit for only 3 dives, you expect to get a full 200 bar tank or even more. Especially when there is people in your group who consume air like it’s a helium balloon. Second flag was when I checked almost all tanks, and they were all down to 180-190 bar. If you breathe a normal amount, that will leave you about 45-60 minutes dive time, to explain in normal words. When you breathe a lot, the air will not be enough for that long aka you need bigger tanks. With those prices, you should not accept any less than 50 minutes dive time. The boat ride takes about 30 minutes from Mabul, and like I explained in the beginning of this post, you have to sign in before you’re allowed into the waters. Apparently Billabong had messed up somehow, the guy in the group, his name wasn’t on the list. He had paid and everything, he had to use a false name. What? How? The island itself is breathtaking, a lot of trash everywhere like most islands here, but none the less beautiful. Now it’s time to start diving. Our first dive site was South point. I did find it strange that we didn’t do any buddy checks, and they let me get into the water first. I should’ve done the buddy checks, because my dive buddy didn’t have her air supply on when she jumped in. We can only blame ourselves for that, but she should have checked herself that she could actually breathe before jumping in. Shortly after the rest of the group were in, and down we went. First thing we see is big schools of fish, sharks and turtles. Victory! For some reason we kept going down, down, down. All the way down to 30 meters, probably even deeper. The instructor didn’t say anything, just swam on. Mid dive our instructor left us because he wasn’t feeling too good. We continued on with the dive master. On this dive I got lost from the group while I was filming a turtle, and I swear not even a minute later they were gone. I turned around to let the others have their turn filming, but poof they were gone. I was probably only 5 meters below surface, so I did a 360 degree turn, waited a minute and swam to the surface making as many bubbles as possible like they taught us in training. All I could see was another group and lots of boats. 5 minutes later my group resurfaced about 20 meters away. I felt a little embarrassed but couldn’t figure out how they could swim away so fast? We get back up on the boat, and the instructor is lying on the floor sleeping, headache apparently. More like hungover if you ask me. We drive back to mainland, which is only 50 meters away to have a quick lunch before dive nr 2.

Seeing our first sharks we were all excited to get back in, but because of the deco time we had to wait one hour before the next dive. This time the instructor stayed put, strange but fair enough, at least he won’t leave us again. We jump in with our dive master. And this is when things got really bad. Only 5 minutes of amazement of the giant school of jackfish, surrounding a shark resting in the sand, we dive down to 25-30 meters. None of us had dived in Sipadan before, little did we know that you are supposed to stay above 10-15 meters. There is nothing to see below except the occasional sharks and some smaller fish. You do not come to Sipadan to see small fish. The DM is in the lead, not paying attention to any of us. He is swimming like it’s a race, leaving us behind 3 times because he swam so fast, none of us could catch up. We tried to tell him to slow down but there he goes, having a underwater marathon. And kicking corals to pieces. We were all shocked at how unaware of his environment he was. None of us was diving with a dive computer, we were way below his level so he had no control of our deco time. I quickly realised that he wasn’t asking any of us how much air we had, I knew two in the group consumed a lot, therefore I took it upon myself to check, this way we knew somewhat how we were doing. The DM didn’t ask until Jasmina was on 50 bars, that’s when you are supposed to start ascending to the surface. He brought us up from 25 meters to 6 meters in 6 minutes. While doing safety stops we were going up. Up, up, up instead of staying at the same level. When his deco time was done, he made the sign to go up, but he didn’t inflate the safety sausage on the surface to let boats know people are down here. A boat could’ve smashed our heads while we were coming up. It’s safe to say that as soon as we breached surface I was pissed, and I did let him know how pissed I was by pointing out how fucked up this whole thing was. It felt like they were playing with my life. You guys diving is amazing, it’s so fun and easy. But it’s serious business, and reckless diving can lead to death. By the time of our last dive I demanded to use my instructors dive computer, because I didn’t trust the DM at all. I’m not even sure he was a DM. I was right not to trust him, because once again the instructor left us mid dive. The DM let everyone go as deep as they wanted to. Because I had the dive computer I knew what depth we were at. In our group we had a couple, who for some reason preferred to stay way down at the bottom. When they decided to chase a shark when we were at 27 meters, I had to swim down and get them back up. 33 meters.. I’m only certified for 30 meters. This time I ended up leading the group. Everyone was following me wherever I was swimming, and staying at my level. Thanks for the confidence guys, but I am not a DM. I am not capable of leading a dive, I do not have the training to lead one. With 20 dives I should not be leading anyone. Nor do I know where to swim to see the interesting stuff. On average we had 36 minutes of bottom time on each dive. And neither the instructor or the DM pointed out any of the cool stuff. On the last dive the instructor saw a barracuda, but couldn’t be bothered to tell us about it until after the dive. “Why” we asked, “You guys were down there”. Well gee thanks, you could’ve just banged that friggin tank, made the barracuda sign and we would’ve come up to check it out. So do I recommend Billabong? Excuse my french, but HELL NO. I don’t think I need to write a summary of why I don’t recommend them, I think by reading this post you fully understand why. What did I learn from this experience?

  1. Thank you Scotty for that excellent training you gave me while teaching me to dive. It really came handy while dealing with this madness
  2. Get my own dive computer
  3. I’m doing my DM next year so I don’t have to follow twats like that
  4. Go with Scuba junkies. You get 4 dives, it’s a bit cheaper and they will not leave you, nor forget to ask for air, they will point out cool stuff and you will have a grand time, all while feeling safe
  5. I don’t regret going with Billabong, because that’s what I wanted. But next time, I will butter myself up with more patience


We got the spirit, you got to hear it, under the sea.. bloop bloop..

This video is of all three dive sites put together, Mabul, Sipadan and Kapalai. It was absolutely amazing, I can’t express my feelings enough how much I love diving! Just prepare yourself, because I will be incorporating this activity a lot on my upcoming trips. Check out the video and enjoy this beautiful tuesday everyone 🙂 Oh and remember to put the video in full HD if the setting isn’t already there.