The world around me moves in weightless slow motion; the thick silence punctuated at rhythmic intervals by what can best be described as Darth Vader breathing down my neck. The sound emanates from a regulator feeding oxygen through a mouthpiece, its lifeline of rubber tubing attached to a steel tank strapped to my back. I guess that makes me Darth.
It’s a personal miracle that I’m nearly 50 feet below the ocean’s surface, calmly marveling at coral swaying with the current and fish going about their business, unperturbed by the routine intrusion of bipedal land mammals. Continue reading “Mixing Peace with Blood in the Gulf of Thailand”