Newark to Bonaire - we're just missing one flight attendant . . . hell, we're just gonna sleep anyway, it's midnight. Somebody wake up the pilot and let's get outa here.
Klein Bonaire (a barren, protected, great dive-site island) in the background - from the Buddy Dive Bar.
The Hilma Hooker from the bow
Spotted Drum Fish
One of the famous 'Pink Flamingos' of Bonaire . . . slightly out of focus.
Foureye Butterfly Fish
Vince checkin' out the rum punch
Joe and the Canadians, not to be confused with the one-hit 60's band of the same name.
June . . . this beats the hell out of San Juan.
Scott, Janet, D?????? (local divemaster), Dr. Elizabeth, Johnny O, and Scott (local divemaster).
Gary and Pat
Angel City buoy
Bonaire International Airport
Buddy Dive docks from sorta east to west
Tarpon in the bowels of the Hilma Hooker
From the top of the mast looking back at the Hilma
Slave housing at Red Slave dive site.
Lunch guest at Captain Don's
Sea salt mounds - fairly unimpressive at this distance, but probably 25 feet high.
Pat and Vince
Debbie and Kent
Darcy and Kent
June and Harry
Darcy ready for some shopping
Steven and Daniel walking out of Angel City (?)
Tom explaining the nuances of underwater navigation to Clay
Checking in Sunday morning about 6:30am
Clay 'Speilberg' in hot-pursuit.
Vince searching the Hilma for scrap copper to loot and sell
I know it's an eel, but I still call it a sea snake. Deal with it!
The lighthouse at the south end of the island: Vince, Darcy, Debbie, Kent, BJ, Daniel and John - on our no-dive day.
Carol and the ghost of Ernest Hemingway
Debbie and Gary
Ted, Steven and Janet
Steven lighting up of Tom's 'Cubans'
John, Debbie and Kent heading out on the town
Joe's still 'working' the Canadians
Vince eye to eye with a baracudda
Photo was completely black - night photo, flash didn't fire. This is what I got out of Photoshop. Not a lot of color, but interesting.
Let me guess . . . these guys are NOT vegetarians. Tom and Daniel loadin' up on the protein.
Buddy Dive docks looking sorta west to east
Vince, Darcy and Beej exploring the Hilma Hooker at about 90 feet.
Green moray eel.
Vince and Darcy heading for land at Angel City dive spot.
Clay going for the prized 'butt shot'
French Angelfish doing his Al Jolsen impression . . . Oh Mammy.
Debbie finally found some conch chowder on our last day. The shell-fish apparently to blame for her uninhibited behavior that evening.
John (slightly out of focus)
Vince and Carol and some really bad lighting. Carol is explaining the 'skip-a-breath' breathing technique that enables her to remain submerged for several days.
Ted (I forgot my coconut bra) and Janet
John, Debbie and Kent
Debbie documenting Joe's chest hair
Clay and Kim . . . I wish she was having more fun
John getting the shot
Pat . . . makin' a movie
Gary attempting to capture the elusive garden eel.
Tom enjoying a foo-foo drink - little umbrella and all.
Buddy Dive dive shop underneath the Lion's Den Restaurant
The fallen mast of the Hilma Hooker
Looking out from inside the Hilma
Spotted moray eel
Only Seahorse I was able to locate.
Black Sea Cucumber
Kim and Tom
Ernest Hemingway and Scott
Darcy, BJ, Tom, Daniel, John, Jay, Debbie Gary Kent and Vince hiding behind Kent.
Kim . . . Having the time of her life.
Evening falls over Buddy Dive
Darcy and Vince
Carol. Yes, those are actual rare Carol-bubbles.
Kim and her new best friend enjoying a lunch