Via land, Komodo Public Park is an island archipelago painted by parched, savannah-like territories and a glad home to the biggest reptile on earth – the unbelievable Komodo winged serpent. Via ocean, the public park frames the zenith of the world’s marine biodiversity, yielding a greater number of types of coral and fish than elsewhere on the planet. Consolidate the two into one land and/or water capable safari, and you have an undertaking fans long for! The main issue is arriving.
All on board! A patched up, live-on board privateer transport gave the mode while seven energetic voyagers, two plunge aces, three skippers and one culinary expert gave the means. Extravagances incorporated an “outdoors” restroom, enormous wooden sun deck, bunk-style dozing quarters and, obviously, FOOD – fascinating organic products, newly got fish and fragrant Indonesian staples concocted by the best culinary expert these oceans have at any point known.
Cruising east from the Gili Islands, along Komodo Island Tours the northern shores of Lombok and Sumbawa Islands, our initial three days adrift saw only going great and momentous scuba plunging. Less specialized in nature, yet unrivaled in excellence, each plunge gave the chance to level up abilities in anticipation of what was to come.
A repository for confounded flows, the waters of Komodo Public Park are desolated by whirlpools and quick tides. A guide’s bad dream and a jumper’s definitive test, the second we penetrated the recreation area limit there was no option but to press onward!
Our jump expert’s primary disclaimer was straightforward: “When we hit the water, you’re all alone.” Fundamentally, on the off chance that the flows cleared you from a plunge site, or a descending momentum pulled you further into the profound, the jump aces were not chasing after. Consoling, huh?
Palace Rock, a coral-loaded zenith resting exactly 80 feet underneath the surface, was my number one of the jump series. Playing out what’s known as a negative passage, the second we broke the oceanic plane, an incredible descending swim was required. Wild flows and unfortunate perceivability gave their all to confound my plunge, however following a couple of moments of vivacious swimming and surged leveling, I saw the site!
Bonanza! Uh, more like sharkpot. As I figured out my lightness, three white tip reef sharks figured me out. Dozing right underneath my blades, I sent up a little prayer of thanks for good lightness – if not I would have landed right in the center of their room. Cautiously controlling out of shark back street, the show went on as many white and dark tip reef sharks uncovered themselves from behind the ocean’s thick blue shade. These are perceived first by their splendid white “grins” and next by their conspicuous dorsal blades following not far behind. Hypnotized by the bewildering columns of teeth and passing virus gazes, I roosted dubiously stuck to the edge for the most elating plunge of my life.
Subsequent to enduring Komodo’s mythical serpents of the profound, the time had come to challenge their relative above. Estimating around 8-feet in length, weighing north of 200 pounds and wearing approximately 60 teeth, the Komodo mythical beasts address millennia of flesh eating variation. Like sharks, their teeth are serrated and supplant themselves consistently to