The first dive was at Eel Garden. It was one of those occasions where everything seemed to go wrong. It took forever for our group to kit up - we must have been on the beach for more than an hour. Then one of the women was improperly weighted and I had to tow her off the coral. Then at the bottom the same woman's mask strap broke. Tim, the dive master, swapped masks with her, but then she panicked while trying to get the water out of the mask. I ended up guiding the rest of the group back. Falafels for lunch. Tried to call airline. Conned into 2nd dive (The Islands). INet. Phone. Dinner iwth divers & friends. Beer @ Nesima. Bed.
