I used to be a scuba instructor in Bali, Indonesia.

Groups could book me for a casual lesson, or for like a week's worth of diving where

they could earn a provisional diving license.

So this one group books me.

They're a mixed group in their early 20s, couples and friends.

Good people.

Silver spoons galore, but not not one to judge.

Our first activity was underwater walking.

Now I had never tried underwater walking since it was relatively new at the time, but I'm

keen to try it.

So we pile into a little boat and take a short trip out towards the mothership.

Now this is just a naval term for a larger boat that smaller ones like ours can work from,

but we go one step further to justify this.

Having spray painted one of those huge great alien heads onto the hall.

It looked awesome, and naturally the kids loved it.

Under water walking itself was similar to the time I did snuba.

Scuba plus snorkeling equals snuba.

In the Caribbean, in that the oxygen tanks float up on the surface of the water instead

of being on the divers' back.

The other major difference to regular diving is that instead of having a scuba master

breathe out of, we had these big old sci-fi-looking helmets on.

I mean, they look like they were props from that old Lost in Space show that used to be

...