Well.. an interesting experience. The fist sign that we weren’t in for a pleasant dive was the surfers enjoying the break near the entry point. Never mind; nothing ventured, nothing gained and all that. Michelle and I bailed as the dive wasn’t really twins friendly but a few others (Rick, Pete, Tom, Ben Helen) battled on. They found the viz to be less than perfect and the purported driftabsent. The post-dive barbeque had to be relocated to sydney as after frying for an hour (rescued by a local family taking pity on us and offering a spare gazebo), we then found that the previous users of the municpal barbeque had, by trying to feed an extended family of around 2000, used up all the gas! Still, later on, we managed to burn some meat, quaff some wine and generally beat up Ross for a pretty poor dive!
