I remember my first scuba dive in iSimangaliso, looking at the underwater world through the lens of a traditional healer, who’d dreamed of it and seen it in visions, and as someone who’d used the beach for recreational purposes - neither of whom had ventured beneath the surface. I’d thought the waves were as beautiful as the ocean could get. You hear stories about what it’s like underwater, but it was another thing to see it. It was bursting with colour, shades I’d never seen on land. I wanted to touch everything, even though you're not supposed to. And feeling weightless, which many people describe as encompassing, but I’d go as far as to say it’s like being inside a womb. Relinquishing control, moving with the water, not against it,…
