Apart from the American lady who told me that she thought diving in the ocean was disgusting because of undersea monster pee, I had a conversation with an island fisherman who was considered "the" old timer on the island. You might have noticed I like to "gab." In his view point, there was a certain nation that was reasonably close by that produced exceptionally poor sailors. Accordingly, think about it, hundreds and hundreds of years of poor seamanship, and where did all those souls go? Right, ... , in his backyard. Go diving? Are you joking? The whole ocean around his island was filled with ghosts. He thought the people who came to his island to dive were the craziest people on the planet. He finished, "Don’t those people know there are ghosts out there!" It is the result of really, really bad seamanship for a couple of thousand years. I came from the land of the Easter Bunny Rabbit and Santa Claus, so what he said to me made perfect sense.