There is serious business. The boat was loose in the ocean by incoming current and diving is drift into the lagoon. The goal is to descend as quickly as possible in order not to be excluded from the rest of the Dive. The launch is in blue. No other benchmark that other divers ... It's pretty impressive. We are only four, which allows us to dive in pairs. Fortunately, because only five meters, I have the ears begin to ring. The time to compensate and we continue the descent ...
We must close as possible to the bottom to withstand the current. This is where experience makes me a bit lacking: I find it hard to regulate my breathing so as not to inflate my lungs too. The monitor did not I make this dive with the NPC, I understand why: I have enough to do without more to do pictures! Thanks to Remy, who was kind enough to do it, you enjoy these pictures. Thank you to him. For that and for his patience with me. We continue to slide along the drop, the monitor comes on the back with ease annoying while I struggle to keep myself away ... Again, I forgot to empty my lungs! And a tuna looks at me eye glaucous ...
A short break in a sheltered canyon current allows us to enjoy schools of fish that remain in the mainstream: lever handles, Tamouré, paddles, poles, wrasses, sharks gray.
The bottles are emptied, we examine the drift when crossing the pass. He'll have us end up on reservations and even a duet on the single bottle of Rémy and much more efficient than us ... I am broke and levels are welcome. Remy back towards us, gesticulating, apparently, he met some great beast: a big hammer we will say it out of the water. No bowl, the shark turned around when he found inedible. A remora lonely decides to give us a bit of driving on the lookout for a palm welcoming.
The hardest part now: out of the water to regain the boat. The waves are large and vigorously kicking the back of the boat must come out just in time to avoid being crushed flat against the ladder and engine. We remove stabilizers and bottles, particularly not the mask or the palms ... and play yo-yo! It's amazing how, since the water, a large boat can not turn into twelve-storey building. At least. Go I count the waves, waiting for the third doe wide, miss a step and I crushed her head against the engine through which I sometimes sneak in the back. Fortunately, the pilot handed me his hand, I think I'd be left in the tub or else!
It seems that the conditions are difficult, others have too much trouble to go back. The sport is not less out bottles of water ... A welcome rain has rinsed us, pieces of coconut around, I catch my breath ... Charred! I am burned and a cloud!
Oh guys! I got the drift of Fakarava! Me, a kid from Lezey! No, but you realize?
And I can photograph them much later. Not that I nonnonnon sugar strawberries, but the exposure time, the trigger ... while it does not like the tiniest of movements. Yeah right, I'm not going to do a photography course ... 
