The boat is full to the brim with gear. Tanks, boxes, backpacks, dive gear, four people. There’s barely room for one person to stand on the actual boat deck, without standing on some piece of gear or other. I’m sitting on the back bench, struggling to bow down low enough to get my fin on my feet. The driver grabs the fin and starts helping them on, her red hair falling from under her inca wool cap. No need to do everything by yourself, this is work diving – ask for help.
2014 is a year of weird holes opening up in Siberia and airplanes falling from the sky, which doesn’t sound at all like a newscast that’s on in the background in the early scenes of a sci-fi horror film. So, the logical thing for me to do was to spend the remains of my holiday in Balkans in a small town called Biograd learning stuff about autonomous underwater robots.
If I had to pick one word to describe this year, it would be “intensive”, followed closely by such words as “interesting”, “awesome” and “exhausting”. Whereas the year 2012 was about change and the home run for a lot of projects, 2013 was about packing in those projects and kicking off a new phase of life. After this one the suckiness of 2011 and the years around it to a lesser degree are forgiven.