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Scuba diving was fun. We spent our first day diving with Grant and Nikki (our instructors) and two Calgarians. The second day it was just the four of us. We saw huge rays (Grant touched several of them, but we weren't about to mess with stingrays), schools of maomao, weird-looking sponges, fish that looked like gigantic versions of Cat's old vicarious pet Hans, snappers, and all kinds of other fish we couldn't name if you paid us.
We also had an adventure with a duck family. Mama, Papa and Baby Duck were hanging out with us for a while as we dried off between dives. Mama and Papa wandered off after a bit, and then five minutes later, suddenly Baby realized he was by himself. He dashed off, peeping wildly. Cat was watching him, and suddenly he disappeared and the peeping stopped. He'd fallen down a storm drain. Getting him out was a tricky business, since we didn't want him to run away further into the pipe, but after Grant and Matt hauled the drain cover off, Nikki clambered in, lifted him out and sent him on his way. He found his mum, who had gotten into the water, but he was on a wall about five feet higher than she was. How do you tell a duckling that he could just waddle around the wall? He jumped. Or maybe fell. We're not sure, but we know his head got a good clonk on the way down. But the story ends happily, since he was reuinited with his family at last.
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