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Oh dear ! Not yet had the time to tell all my dives in Amed, that already, I attack those of Nusa Lembongan. And no half measure: I take you directly to Manta Point! ! !
First splash this morning, early, in a water ... COLD! ! ! ! Here, terrible thermoclines turn divers into small ice cubes.
Finally, I exaggerate a little, I must be the only one out of the water with purple lips. I left my fine combi in my bag and borrowed a combi from the center World Diving, thicker than mine. But it is a bit wide (it is yet XS) and lets flow of cold water. I think I'll put another shorti under it. Brrr. Here, the water goes down to 20 ° C ...
But ... it's worth getting up at dawn to immerse yourself in cold water in neoprene wetsuit, not even at its size. In Manta Point, a well-known site, south of Nusa Penida, the neighboring island of Lembongan, manta rays were there.
Despite a rotten sight (thermoclines + plankton), we saw them. Mantas so graceful, that seem to fly more than swim, with their slow but powerful flapping of wings, uh ... fins.
Still, I'm not very optimistic at the start of diving. We spend the first quarter of an hour in icy water, to turn around rocks without much life, and still nothing ... After about twenty minutes, we zap on another rock, and the first "ding-ding Dive-masters knocking on their bottles make us turn our heads.
Yes ! They are there, the beautiful, the majestic mantas, to turn around the rock, in an incessant ballet.
But it's a real suspense, because of the lack of visibility. We scan the bluish fog while we can, watching the black triangle of a fin, an elongated profile ... And I must say that we completely forget the cold when a new manta appears. The heart suddenly beats faster, we find the energy to palmer, to approach, a little closer!
It is always at the last moment that we see them arise, at shallow depth, most often in less than 10 meters. Super show, which leaves me delighted.
We are less fortunate Crystal Bay, a pretty white sand cove with coconut palms, still in Penida, supposed to house molas-molas, the famous moonfish.
They are surely in the corner, but despite better visibility and a warmer water, you can not find them. My guide Wayan scans the blue, in vain.
We cross a sandy stretch to another portion of the reef, but still nothing ... Too bad, I console myself by photographing a moray eel, on the return, on the reef, within 12 meters. A nice aquarium full of fish. Nice atmosphere, nice walk, but everyone is still a little disappointed.