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
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
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.
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.
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