Thursday, January 29, 2009

DIVE DAY FOUR: TOPSIDE TIMEOUT -- POUNDING THE PAVEMENT IN DUMAGUETE CITY



After the Malpasod Sur debacle and a lunch of humble pie, it was time to put things in perspective, shop, see some new sights and learn some things in the process. So our group headed out in the tricked out jeepney and a couple of SUVs to Dumaguete City, north of the Atlantis resort.

It's home to Silliman University, one of the Philippines' leading institutions of higher learning, where a reef conservation program is in place. The campus is right at the center of town, shrouded in towering shade trees. Silliman is also home to a very educational Anthropology Museum, where the entire group toured the four-story building where there were artifacts dating back centuries, from the Malays, Chinese, Negritos and Ifugao -- the last two are indigenous Filipinos, with the first having dark skin and African features and the second, mountain dwellers from the Luzon island highlands. Well-drawn maps catalogued the hundreds of different regional language and ethnic groups that define the Philippines.

The Philippines, after all, are a group of 7,107 different islands, each with personalities, topographies, histories and cultures of their own. But as a history exhibit taught us, the Spanish conquest, followed by American occupation, Japanese occupation, liberation and finally independence, is something all the islands shared. It was disturbing to confront the fact that the American "acquisition" of the Philippines from the Spanish after the 1898 Spanish-American War and resulting occupation, was equally brutal as what the Spaniards perpetrated on Filipinos. Though it's not well-known in American history textbooks in school, Filipino nationalists engaged their American occupiers in a war for freedom that immediately followed the Spanish-American War. It was only after the Japanese invasion of the Philippines in World War II that Americans saw Filipinos as their equals and jointly fought to liberate the islands. Yet even after independence was "granted" by the United States to the Philippines on July 4, 1946, Filipinos the world over recognize their true independence day as June 12, 1898, their liberation from the Spanish. And even today, those still-living Filipino World War II veterans who fought side by side with American troops to defeat the Japanese were not -- despite the efforts of U.S. Congressmen, who sponsored bills -- extended benefits or granted automatic U.S. citizenship, as America extended them to soldiers from dozens of other countries who fought alongside her. Dive leader Ramcel Eloy told me his own grandfather is one of those soldiers.

Outside the museum and the Silliman campus Dumaguete pulses with activity. There are no traffic lights, but traffic ebbs and flows with hundreds of tricycles operating as taxis, ferrying people to their destinations. The covered city market we visited has a maze full of stalls, with virtually everything imaginable being sold, from clothes and jewelry to medicines and food. The most overwhelming sights and smells came from the fish market, where thousands of fish were being cleaned and packaged for people shopping for their households.

But I found the most welcome sight outside the City Market -- Jollibee. It's a Filipino fast-food chain specializing in burgers, spaghetti and fried chicken and in Filipino favorites like palabok, halo-halo and lumpia. I first had food from Jollibee back in 1999 on my first visit to the Philippines in the town of Puerto Princesa, after an all-day trip to the St. Paul Subterranean River, which included a strenuous hike through the jungle to the sea. Since then, Jollibee has made its way across the Pacific and has stores in Filipino-American communities in California like the San Diego suburbs of National City and Mira Mesa and San Francisco Bay Area ones like Daly City, Vallejo and San Francisco. After all, who can resist the adorable bee mascot?

Not me. And thanks to a San Diegan, dive buddy Jason Bradshaw, for snapping this image of me, with the bee.

Photo Copyright Jason Bradshaw 2009.

DIVE DAY FOUR: SEARCHING FOR CARS -- AND CAMERA



Now comes an admission I hate to make.


It's a very embarrassing moment that happened during this dive, at a spot called Masaplod Sur. I was cruising along a sandy bottom, about to take a picture of a coral formation. With my left hand, I was moving my camera's leash to slip around my right wrist, then slide the leash up my right arm until it reached my shoulder...only when I reached around for my camera, it wasn't there. I mean it...wasn't...there. And I slipped into a fit. I couldn't find it near where I was on the sand bottom and I didn't see it floating away, above my head. I was sure, even then, I'd find it. I searched around frantically with no luck. I motioned to other divers. Nada.


So...for the first time in my 10 years of diving, I lost a camera. And I remained pretty angry with myself. Fortunately, dive buddy Paul Washington, who has been exceedingly generous with his computer expertise and his willing to share that knowledge with me and several others on the trip, last night helped me download more than 300 pictures onto a Google album. So all was not nearly lost -- just the images from today's two dives. But I also feel I let down a friend who was nice enough to arrange for a camera to be sent to me to use. I'll try not to beat up on myself too hard, but it's a tough lesson to learn, as another dive buddy, Steven Miller, would later tell me -- always keep the camera's leash on your wrist. At all times. Always. No exceptions.


While I'm in Mea Culpa mode, let me also give a serious maraming salamat to the folks aboard the dive bangka, the so-called "boat boys" who, out of their kindness, searched in the water on mini-bangkas to help find the camera, but to no avail.

DIVE DAY FOUR: SEARCHING FOR CARS -- AND CAMERA



This dive was an example of the best laid plans going awry...until your divemaster improvises and comes up with something better than the original plan.


Said plan was to dive the site Cars -- a collection of abandoned clunkers intentionally sunk and covered in years of coral growth. But dive leader Ramcel Eloy (pictured a few posts ago) noticed another dive boat approaching the site just as we were, loaded with new divers, likely to be inexperienced at mastering buoyancy and therefore might kick up a lot of sand. So Ramcel planned for us to hang out in the sand channels, searching first for macrolife, such as flamboyant cuttlefish, leaf scorpionfish and if we were lucky, seahorses.


As we continued on our path through the sand, we indeed saw several treasured small creatures, but we noticed we weren't going anywhere toward the cars, which were at 80 feet. It was only later that Ramcel told us he ditched the plan, because there were just too many other divers at the site. That suited our dive group just fine, as we were content to have a sand patch -- and a collection of intriguing macrolife all to ourselves. Again, dive buddy Jim Elliott, head of the nonprofit organization Diveheart, expertly captured all the action. As soon as I'm able, I'll update the info for this site.


Cars

Dive Leader: Ramcel Eloy

Dive Buddies: Jim, Mike, Rick

Maximum Depth: 75 feet

Total Bottom Time: 50 minutes

Temperature: 81 degrees Farenheit

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

DIVE DAY THREE: A NIGHT OUT WITH THE MANDARIN KING
















Bahura


Seldom is anything harder in life than capturing an image of a mandarinfish. These creatures are exquisite -- silver dollar-sized, oval shaped and richly colored in orange, teal, green and royal blue markings -- and elusive. At this site, a short ride south of the resort, along the coral-laden coastline, they hide between spaces in lettuce corals and are only out ands about at dusk.
That meant a 5 p.m. departure from the dock, with a setting sun and having great buoyancy skills to be in the right position for the right amount of time, right lighting and the most important attribute -- patience -- to see these spectacular fish.
I saw plenty of them but wasn't adept at capturing images of them.
Fortunately, my dive buddy Jim Ellliott, founder of the Diveheart Foundation (http://www.diveheart.org/), who is routinely stunning everyone with his photos, managed to get several.


Photos Copyright Jim Elliott 2009.

MARAMING SALAMAT: SHOUT-OUT TO ATLANTIS STAFF, MAKING IT ALL HAPPEN

























Before the accounts of Dive Day Four, I want to take a moment to say maraming salamat (Tagalog for "thank you") to a few very special people: some of the Atlantis Resort dive guides who have been so kind, generous, helpful and extremely knowledgeable since our arrival.
From the moment I told them in Tagalog that I spoke their language, am married to a Filipina-American, have a deep love of Filipino cultures and have extended family members here, we embraced each other as pareng ("brothers"). We bonded at the bar, where San Miguel beer and good conversation equally flowed.
So here they are, from the top left, with me in the middle: Ramcel Erum, Wing-Wing, Marco Inocencio and Kim Zudero. Top right: Marco Inocencio, a dive guide and marine biologist, leads a dive briefing for his group, about to dive Cogon, on Apo Island. Bottom right: Kim Zudero briefs his group on a dive top DuCoMi Pier. Bottom left: Dive guide Wennie Uy briefs a group on an upcoming dive. Not pictured here, but no less vital to our experience are dive shop manager Pedro Magsino, dive guides Gabi Flores and Jerry "the Mandarin(fish) King" Castillo, boat captains Ronnie Tropezado and Jaime Verances and everyone aboard the dive boats, such as Junnar Kitane and Ruben Dela Pena, who helped escort us into the bankgas and prepare our gear before and after dives to make sure we were safe, comfortable and relaxed at all times.
Maraming salamat sa inyong lahat!

Photos Copyright Gil Griffin 2009.

DIVE DAY THREE: APO ISLAND ADVENTURE



















Rock Point East

After a short trip ashore on Apo for a barbecue lunch featuring chicken, fish and fresh fruit, prepared by our dive leaders and boat crew, we headed out to this site, on the island's southeastern tip.
More brightly colored, striking hard coral formations are here, as are aggressive saddleback clownfish. How aggressive, you ask? So much so that when I tried taking pictures of a couple living in the anemone at the Atlantis Resort, one swam slowly toward my camera and began pecking at my fingers. Tough crowd!
But then again, how could I blame the clownfish? Papa clownfish is just trying to protect his home, his mate and most importantly, the couple's eggs from any predators, real or imagined -- even if they're much larger.
During the surface interval after the second dive, we explored Apo, which has a small village, all under a canopy of greenery. To reach the village, you leave the beach through a gate, where about a dozen local women are selling everything from t-shirts to sarongs. It's a good thing I picked up a sarong -- a beautiful dark blue one with prints in white of turtles -- because Atlantis was having an upcoming sarong night, where entry to the restaurant was only granted with the wearing of sarongs (the restaurant did provide its own, though, for people who didn't furnish them. Most of the houses on Apo are open-air ones made of concrete blocks and small general stores line both sides of the narrow path. One dreadlocked Apo resident runs a reggae-themed shop, where he sells pictures of Che Guevara and inside, he composed a poem about the election of United States President Barack Obama.
Dive Buddies: Ernie, Doc, Jim, Annette, Mike, Brittney, Rick, Eric, Steven, Paul, George
Dive Guide: Kim Zudero
Max depth: 57 feet
Total Bottom Time: 62 minutes
Water temperature: 82 degrees Farenheit
Exposure Protection: 3mm shorty wetsuit
Air source: Enriched Air Nitrox 32% oxygen
Photos Copyright Gil Griffin 2009. Top left: Angry looking saddleback clownfish viciously attacks dive journalist; coral formation

DIVE DAY THREE: APO ISLAND ADVENTURE






















Chapel Point
Anyone who dives can tell you he or she lives to hear that sound.
It's the quick, repetitive clanging of metal against metal, usually a long, thin rod or a caribeener against an aluminum tank -- your dive guide has just found something really cool and is alerting you to drop everything you're doing and quickly head over to what he or she has found.
We're in a small cave opening, where a school of glassy sweepers is shimmering and swimming and we're well past the impressive drop-off at a wall where we began the dive.
Could it be, I wonder?
My heart quickens as dive guide Kim Zudero gestures with his metallic pointer in one hand and contracts the thumb and index finger of his right hand. It's the signal for "eel" and as I follow his lead I'm rewarded with a face-to-face encounter with an elusive creature -- a ribbon eel (top left). At once, the eel is longer, thinner, stunningly brighter and impossibly smaller than the images I've only seen in magazine pages.
And the eel isn't shying away as other divers start showing up around me, eager as I am for this photo opportunity. It's body is a bright blue bordering on purple, with tinges of yellow. It rises from the sand within the cave stretching its body upward, contracting its mouth. After getting some face time, I head on, peering in every crevice of the wall of coral, trying to spy on other small life.
When you find something small and unusual like this eel, here at a site named for the nearby chapel on shore, it's as if you're on an underwater Easter egg hunt. So again, I'm excited to find yet another nudibranch and I also see a different colored sea star than the bright blue ones so common in the Philippines. Again, the corals are striking in structure, color and variety.
And as I've been showcasing photos of the friends I've made on the trip, this time (above) it's fellow NABS members Annette Myers, of Houston and Steven Miller of Amityville, New York.
Dive Buddies: Ernie, Doc, Jim, Annette, Mike, Brittney, Rick, Eric, Steven, Paul, George
Dive Guide: Kim Zudero
Max depth: 57 feet
Total Bottom Time: 62 minutes
Water temperature: 82 degrees Farenheit
Exposure Protection: 3mm shorty wetsuit
Air source: Enriched Air Nitrox 32% oxygen
Photos Copyright Gil Griffin 2009. Clockwise from top: ribbon eel in cave; sea star; coral formations; Steven Miller, Annete Myers; nudibranch.