We went diving in the north-west of the island (we were staying in Mahebourg
in the south-east), were driven there in the morning and had a first dive on a wreck where we saw the biggest Java morays imaginable. We would have been aloud to pet them, but another woman who was not even in our group shoved me aside and I missed my turn. Jean-Pierre, the dive leader who could blow perfect enormous air bubble rings on his safety stop was diving in shorts and a T-shirt, since the water was supposed to be 26°C. Arnaud had followed his advice and was wearing only his shorty (a 3mm wetsuit with short legs). Except, the temperature was only 21°C! Jean-Pierre pretended to be impervious to the cold, but was shaking and had blue lips when we surfaced. Arnaud was shivering as well and decided to opt for his full suit on the next dive. We had a one hour dozing and warming-up break and then went on a second dive, along a very pretty stretch of reef with lots of colorful nudibranchs and other small sea life. Afterwards we had lunch from a street vendor with Jean-Pierre and a very nice Austrian couple who had been diving with us and whose names or email addresses we foolishly never acquired.