Do Not Feed The Fish

Black wetsuits laid out in rows on the grass.


I’m opening The Lockwood Echo’s new Travel Section with a tale from as far as I’ve ever been.

I’m terrified of flying and have only ever been on 7 aeroplanes. But 1 of those (technically 2 of those because of a stopover), took me to the other side of the world. The idea of going to Australia had only been planted in my head 5 weeks before, so I really didn’t have time to be scared.

Not only had I booked a trip that involved being on a plane for as long as logistically possible, I also signed up to go scuba diving. I’ve never done anything like that before in my life. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL WAS I THINKING?

Of course, a trip of a lifetime dictates every day to be lived like a Pepsi Max advert. I wasn’t just going scuba diving, I was going scuba diving on the Great Barrier Reef.

I had to attend a safety briefing. It was all very casual. A Very Handsome Surfer Dude talked us through what to do and what to expect. We would be in wetsuits, wearing full scuba gear. We would be diving in tropical waters. We would be seeing exotic marine life. We would be the coolest people ever to have entered the sea around the east Australian coast. The only serious part of the briefing was about how the wildlife and reef were protected by very strict environmental laws. Tourists were forbidden to pro-actively engage any of the extraordinarily beautiful sea creatures we were to encounter. And it was emphasised quite vehemently; DO NOT FEED THE FISH.

By the time we were on the deck of the boat getting ready for our dive, I had built up a very glamourised image in my head of how this would go. I would look like one of the Lamb’s Navy Rum Girls in my wetsuit, or possibly a Bond Girl. I’d glide through the water like some aquamarine goddess. Other tourists would snap their cameras in my direction, thinking they’d caught sight of a mermaid, enchanting and enigmatic. At one with the sea.

The reality of the wetsuit fell very short of my fantasy. The suit had to be a tight fit. It was explained why, but I was so busy trying to breathe and stay upright that I didn’t take all that in. By the time I was encased in the blasted thing, instead of exuding the sultry look of a Lamb’s Navy Rum Girl, with cleavage bursting through a teasingly low zip, I resembled a badly twisted balloon animal. Mostly black, but with shades of bloated where my face and hands used to be.

There was no way I was going to be able to dive in this thing. I was for all intents and purposes a buoyancy aid. I could’ve been used as a fender for the boat. But fortunately they fixed that. By making me wear a belt. MADE OF METAL WEIGHTS! As if I wasn’t already uncomfortable enough.

I was starting to feel quite poorly, what with the tightness, the tropical heat, the disappointment of how I looked. The only thing that brought a smile back to my face was having the Very Handsome Surfer Dude instructor as my dive buddy and having to hold his hand as we ventured into the unknown.

I was assured the wetsuit would feel more comfortable once I was in the sea and the neoprene did what it was designed to do. I didn’t. I was feeling terribly nauseous. I became quite overwhelmed by the whole thing. The fact that I’d flown halfway round the planet. The nerves and excitement of this incredibly brave thing I was doing. The discomfort of my garb.

I passed a point of no return. I indicated to my instructor that I wasn’t well and needed to surface. He kept me calm as panic took hold. He gently guided me to a floating position and took out my breathing regulator; just in time for me to show the Coral Sea what I’d had for breakfast.

Up it all came. Plus most of what I’d eaten the night before too. I wanted to die. And not just because of how ill I felt but I was so embarrassed that I’d thrown up over the Very Handsome Surfer Dude. This was not how it had looked in my fantasy. Thankfully my tears were invisible through my wet face mask. How could something that was supposed to be so amazing go so wrong?

Just as I started to feel better, had relaxed my breathing and thought that maybe I could carry on with the dive, events took a turn for the worse. What happened next haunts me to this day.

Whilst still floating on the surface, I became aware of lots of little blue and yellow fishes. Hundreds of them in fact. Swimming all around us. So pretty!

Where had they come from?
What were they doing?
Oh. They’re feeding.
What are they eating?

No no no.
Oh this was not HAPPENING!

Images flashed through my head of me rotting in some Outback jail. With nothing but the ghost of Ned Kelly for company. I was sure I was in big big trouble. The Australians take their environmental laws VERY seriously. They fumigate you when you land for heaven’s sake. This was bad. This was really really bad…….

I could not stop the words swishing through my brain. We’d been warned. Very explicitly warned;




  1. Oh, dear. I’m laughing, but I feel so bad for you. I want to give you a hug… and then reprimand you because you KNEW you were not supposed to feed the fish. Even if it was involuntarily with the contents of your stomach. How inconsiderate of you.

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        • I’m not normally an adventure bunny. I put in a post recently that I have no confidence when doing normal stuff, but too much when it comes to stupid stuff. Within the space of about 10 days, I’d been white-water rafting, scuba diving twice, done a tandem skydive AND talked to strangers! Although I do love being in, on or under water, I’m with you and also a big fan of terra firma!

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  2. Hahahaha dying as always! Do you think they’d be open to the next Bond girl being a bloated balloon animal? Because that I’d watch.

    I’m sorry, your scuba experience wasn’t like your fantasy. That takes guts though (and not just the kind you spewed to the fishes.) I’ve never scuba dived but have snorkeled. You still get to see the fishies without the weights and the skin tight suit, so I’d recommend that to you!

    Hopefully you had a great rest of the time in Australia and the authorities weren’t out to get ya! ha!

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    • A bloated balloon animal Bond Girl. I’d watch that too! I think they have quite strict criteria for that role, but they should start to push that envelope πŸ˜‰ The whole trip was amazing, I don’t know who I was throughout. And the authorities let me go without any penalty. Perhaps that was all they wanted; just for me to leave the country and take my guts with me!

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  3. It’s a shame you had a bad experience, although I’m glad you found enough humor in it to write this post. Scuba diving really does get better with experience, from improving the fit of the gear to avoiding motion sickness and more.

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  4. Oh. My. God. Hahahaha. I am so far behind in reading your stories, and it makes me mad because you are hilarious! To fly all the way to the other side of the world and then have that happen? I can’t even imagine. But good for you for conquering your fear and not puking into your breathing thingy. Thanks for the laugh to start my day! Ha!

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    • To have someone on the other side of the world thanking me for making them laugh makes the temporary distress and embarrassment all worthwhile. Thankyou so much for your comment. Happy for you to dip in when you’re able, really appreciate anyone choosing to spend some time here πŸ™‚

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      • Girl, you are hilarious. I really hope you have a book or a stand-up routine in the works! I have missed so much good stuff on WordPress lately because my life has been a bit of a gong show. But, my plan is to stop by way more often because you always make it worth while! 😊

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        • On account of the anonymity and shyness, I’d have to do stand up with a bag over my head! Perhaps that could be my ‘thing’ πŸ˜‰ The book idea is definitely brewing. Not too scared to do that as I’m just re-tweaking my rescue dog ebook 😊 I’m hoping you’re here because you’ve written something yourself, your last piece was so powerful. My next bloggy catch up not scheduled till Tuesday though. There is so much great content on WP, I find it hard to keep up too 😊 Thankyou again for your lovely comments. Made me feel all twinkly πŸ€—

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          • Ha! Do it, I think that would make it even funnier! Good for you on the rescue dog ebook, that sounds like my kind of book. Thank you for saying that about my last post, it is one that is very dear to my heart, so it means alot that you enjoyed it. I did post last week, but, this week, am trying desperately to get caught up with everyone. I tend to get paralyzed with anxiety and hide away from everything and everyone, but I am back!! There is so much goodness out there, and I need to gobble it all up. Hence, why I am here with you! πŸ™‚ You make me feel all twinkly, too. Thank you, for that! xo

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    • Thankyou so much for reading and commenting 😊 Glad you enjoyed the laugh. If you’ve read any of the other comments you’ll have seen that I purposely left out the part about how UTTERLY INCREDIBLE the whole experience was! The above story was really a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things 😊


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