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Diving in Komodo, I dreamed! The reality was beyond the dream ... First video preview, at the fabulous Batu Bolong site.
Batu Bolong: the video
Welcome to Batu Bolong. A rock planted in the sea, in the heart of the Komodo Archipelago, Indonesia.
At each end, disturbing whirlpools and whirlpools. Between the two, in front of the pebble, a surprisingly calm and smooth water. That's where the divers are dropped ...
Under the surface, we do not know where to turn. Shoals of fish are moving in all directions, hunting jacks are spinning under your nose, imposing napoleons look at you without fear ...
It's spectacular! The concentration of pigeon per cubic meter of water is truly hallucinating. I put a little video, so you can see:
Contrary to what I feared, diving is not too physical. Jerome, my guide, who knows the site by heart, watches over our trajectory so that we remain protected from the current.
We go back and forth from one end to the other of the reef, going up a little to each length. Jerome beckons me to go back in the other direction as soon as he feels the juice, a little before the tip of the rock.
All the subtlety of this dive is to stay in the shelter, in the area least exposed to the "wind" underwater, near the wall, to enjoy the show serenely.
I do not see the time pass. Even at shallow depth, when we finish the dive, the show continues. Banks of small fish are made and disintegrated tirelessly under the rays of sun that cross the surface.
A rock surrounded by currents
With Crystal Rock, where we dive the day before, Batu Bolong is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful and impressive sites of Komodo. At sea, seen from afar, it looks like nothing, this pebble. But under the surface, we take full eyes.
Jerome confides to me, once we are back in the annex, that this rock also has a sinister reputation: there were dead here ... ????
Brrr. He did well to tell me after, not before diving! One thing is certain: we do not dive in Batu Bolong without a serious guide, who knows the tides, the currents and the site.
The schedule goes back to the Pascha by tacking between two whirlpools.
I cast one last wondering look at Batu Bolong. I'm not about to forget this piece of rock surrounded by currents.