Living Abroad


Recently I went on a diving trip with JCU’s Dive Club out to the Great Barrier Reef. It was one of the coolest few days of my existence -spending copious amounts of time underwater while peacefully immersing ourselves in the deep dwellings of the sea. Moments of pure bliss were preempted and followed by torturous cold and wetsuit adornment, but all worth it in the name of underwater exploration. We dove 17 times both day and night for 5 nights, and here, I recount our last, most perfect morning.

Drone Image: by Lucy Jenkins

I wake up to the lull of the boat, jump out of my top bunk and throw on my bathers. I look at my watch -7:05am. I’m late.

Slightly swaying from side to side as I walk through the kitchen, I grab an apple and turn the kettle on. A couple of the students are sitting down munching on toast.

“Good morning!” 

And what a beautiful morning it was.

Dive Site: by Tiffany Dun

One of the Divemasters walks past, “There’ll be a dive briefing upstairs in five minutes!”

“Thanks Geoffrey.”

Everybody appears to have already set up their gear ready for the first dive. I rush to do the same, grabbing my gear out of my black bucket and slipping my BCD and regs over the metal tank. Instant coffee in hand, I head upstairs to hear the briefing.

The site we are diving is Wheeler Reef -a garden of corals and large pelagic fish. Stewey, the captain, points to a diagram drawn on the white board.

“I would stick around Shark Alley,” he gestures towards the deeper area. “You’ll see a lot of big pelagics there, then I would head shallower to check out the coral bommies in front of the boat.”

My team met at the front of the boat -Desiree, Lucy, Annum. I hadn’t known any of them before the trip. Now, after spending over 10 hours underwater together, we were like sisters.

“I heard this is the best reef,” I say.

Desiree jumps with excitement, “I hope we see a shark!”

“We definitely will. It’s called Shark Alley, after all.”

We head to the front of the boat to orient ourselves around the reef. “Let’s try not to get lost this time,” Lucy says. She gives me a sideways glance.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely trust my compass this time,” I say.

The others laugh nervously as we recall getting lost the day before, and the trauma of being towed back by Stewey.

Captain to the Rescue: by Tiffany Dun

It’s time to gear up and jump in. I squeeze into my (still wet from last night) wetsuit and sit calmly on the side, watching the light dance along the glassy surface. My stomach jitters like it does before every dive. 

I meet Desiree at the other side of the boat for a buddy check.





Desiree taps my regulators and inflates my BCD. Everything seems to be working.

“Mask? Fins? Okay, let’s go.”

One by one we step off the boat and are engulfed by the cool, calm sea. We signal ‘OK’ to the boat and head towards Shark Alley.

“You guys ready?”


We signal ‘OK’ to each other and descend with a thumbs down sign.

Under the surface the water is crystal clear. We can see the sandy bottom around 30m below us. My stomach jumps, it’s a weird feeling, like I’m about to fall but instead I’m floating.

I look around and signal ‘OK’ at my dive buddies. When I get an ‘OK’ back, we exchange smiles and shakkas. I do a full 360 spin around, being under the water is indescribable. It feels like I’m flying.

After a bit of fun I get my bearings and remember the boat is due west. I make a mental note to not forget that this time as we head east along coral stack. We continue to descend and head towards the opposite, deeper side of the reef.

Coral Gardens: by Geoffrey Yau

Here, we find ourselves surrounded by life. The reef is like an underwater rainforest, seething with both large fish and the smallest of critters. We split up to look at the soft corals, schools of Giant Trevalleysand large batfish. I admire the sea fans while the others point at a huge Humphead Maori Wrasse swimming past.

Batfish: by Tiffany Dun
Humphead Wrasse: by Tiffany Dun
Coral Stacks: by Geoffrey Yau

It’s cold this morning so (despite my instructor’s advice), I pee in my wetsuit to warm myself up.

We swim around the coral stack, past a bright yellow pipefish hiding between an Acropora coral.

I find Desiree laying on the sandy bottom, watching some fanworms sway in the current. I join her, and wave my hand over them. We both giggle as we watch them retreat quickly into their holes in the sand.

I suddenly hear a dinging sound and see Annum excitedly hitting her spoon against her tank. She signals two quotation marks -which I know means she’s seen a nudibranch.

Excited, I swim over. The nudi is miniscule -half the size of my pinky finger, and I wonder how she always spots them hidden among the reef.

This particular species is bright blue with orange and black stripes. I motion a heart to Annum and continue to watch in awe. The nudibranch moves slowly -like a slug, its antennae blowing in the current. It’s magnificent, this tiny creature, and I’m fully absorbed by its presence. I’m grappled by the concept of how such an alien creature exists. It feels like I’m on another planet.

Nudibranch: by Tiffany Dun

We swim over a branching coral colony and find ourselves at a swim-through leading to the other side of the alley. I hear another dinging and see Lucy motioning towards a white-tip reef shark, around 2m long. Here, we stop abruptly to watch him sit in the sand. As we creep closer, he swims away in all his magnificent predatory finesse.

Seafans: by Tiffany Dun
White tip reef shark: by Lucy Jenkins

Desiree squeals in excitement through her regulator. We all exchange meaningful glances, our eyes wide open in wonder.

We ascend slightly and admire the coral gardens closer to the surface. The light reflects off the shallower corals, bringing out more of the reds and pinks in the colours. I’m suddenly humbled to be able to experience this moment -as though I could very well and truly be watching a documentary instead.

Coral Gardens: by Geoffrey Yau

We try to coordinate a photo under the water which doesn’t end well. The girls take off their fins and run along the sandy bottom. We can’t help but to move in slow motion against the viscosity of the water. We jump and push off one another to do backflips. It feels like we’re on the moon. 

I use up most of my air giggling with the others, when I check my gage I’m running low. We head back towards the boat and play rock-paper-scissors while holding onto the rope for our safety stop.

5 metre safety stop: by Geoffrey Yau

“How was your dive girls?” Riccardo, one of the divemasters takes our air, our depth and our dive times.

“Amazing! As usual.”


“Of course it was.”

We sit on the ledge and smile at one another in utter contentment. The perfect start to the most perfect day, and still another dive to go.

Exactly where we are meant to be: by Tiffany Dun

Check out the JCU Dive Club page for more info on upcoming trips out to the reef!

Tiani Dun
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