A friend and I were doing a night dive at a lovely beach in Maui.
This is a beach where weddings and sunset romantic dinners are often held. Some poor guy has to get all 'duded' up and set up a couple of tables with linen tables cloths, a gas hot plate, all the trimmings etc.. to serve dinner to a couple of rich folks...
So, we arrive and are gearing up... and, we are trying to be respectful of the the folks who are having their romantic moments... we cut a wide path around their tables, enter the water quietly, and are careful about our lights.
We have a great dive! see all kinds of cool stuff.. some lobster and crabs, a bearded cusk eel, some morays out feeding... an hour later we return to shore...
The diners are enjoying their coffee, and my friend and I are getting out of the water, trying to get the snot off our faces, slick the hair back, coordinate all our gear, not fall in the sand... nor stumble too much... but again, trying to be respectful of the diners... wh try to slip quietly up the path....
One of the chef/waiters comes running after us... "Excuse me, but my guests would like to ask you some questions, if you don't mind."
I double check to make sure I don't have snot smeared all over anything...
As we approach the table, (we're still dripping) We notice them sitting there in very formal attire. I'm still wondering how the woman managed to walk in the sand in stilletto heels...they ask us:
So were you diving?
What do you breath down there?
Do you use lights out there?
Do the fish mind you shining lights at them? Can you talk underwater?
We finally take our leave and stumble up the path, as we are breaking down our gear, they appear and wait for their limo, which was too long to make the turn at the beach drop off point..They ask us how often we dive. My friend says almost every day, since he now makes his living at it. They stare at us blankly and say How do you do that?
My friend and I still chuckle over our late night encounter. We should have had two signs!
