Scuba Diving At Hull Bay

It has been our goal since we moved down here to go scuba diving. We've talked about it pretty much every day and since we can't go home to our families on Thanksgiving we are planning on diving that morning and hunting our own fresh lobsters for dinner. So that brings us to this morning, when DC and I are going on our first of three dives to get certified.

We were supposed to get a ride from Jacob at 9:30 this morning to get to Hull Bay by 10. Jacob calls at 9:40 and explains that his car is beat and we need to find our own way. Granted its a five minute drive, but we've never been there and we don't know the way. Kier was working so we asked her but she was still hammed from the Fat Turtle. Basically her directions went something like this: "You need to go to the stop sign and turn... left... then I don't know maybe you should go another way... just go like you're going to Red Hook and follow the signs."

There were no signs. After going the right way, then not believing its the right way and turning around, then calling for more directions as we drove past our apartment, we finally make our way to Homer's. Homer is THE MAN. This guy not only knows everything there is to know about diving, but he makes it so easy to learn Al Ovechkin could do it. Google him and then Geico caveman and you'll get the joke.

Scuba diving is one of those experiences for which there are no words to describe. Its kinda like skydiving in that sense - a standalone experience. At one point 3,000 fish swam around me and I felt like King Triton commanding the sea. Yes, that was a Little Mermaid reference, but I have a big white beard so deal with it. We went down along the top of the reef and looped through the bay. We had to go slow because we had a little dead weight with us in the back, but I loved it. I can't wait until we are certified (early next week - hell yeah) because we can go at our own pace (read: challenge Aquaman to a race).

The great thing is that Homer's ability to make the experience easy isn't the only that makes Homer's scuba shack a cut above the rest. There is the help. Jacob we all know and love, but there is a beautiful Brazilian named Dani and an awesome tattooed girl named Tiffany. Plus its located pretty much in an open-air bar that has pool tables, a ping-pong table, dart boards, a bookcase stocked with books and a pavilion. Possibly the best beach bar ever.