Most good engineers are only truly comfortable when things are in logical order you know A to Z, 1 to 10 and so on. The logical place for me to start my blog entries about Laura and my wedding would be at the ceremony and reception.

“Bugger that” I says time to break free from logic, I think I’ll write about our half day trip to the Sawa-i-Lau caves.

The Sawa-i-Lau caves, made famous by the movie “The Blue Lagoon“, were about an hours boat ride from our resort on a relatively flat seas. Once at the Sawa-i-Lau Island it was only a very short walk up some stairs and down into the cave entrance and the cave proper.

Once inside we dived off the cave wall and into the crystal clear water below, coming back up for air and to retrieve our mask and snorkels. Once in the water there was very few places to stand if any, which equalled a lot of dog paddling. Not for the weak swimmer (which there was one off, but he ended up pulling out from the swimming even though he had brought along a life jacket) or faint of heart because due to it being high tide the second cave was only accessible by diving down and swiming under water into the pitch black beyound. Once inside the second cave and you get over your claustrophobic tendencies and adjust to the light it is an awesome experience one of our highlights from the honeymoon.

Leaving the darkness of the second cave for the daylight coming into the first cave through a hole in roof the local guides showed off their rock climbing skills by climbing up the cave wall and jumping off into the cave water. Naturally I had to prove my manhood and have a go as well. The only problem was that the three girls that climbed up before me made the holds wet and slippery. I tried desperately to keep hold of the rock wall so as not to make a fool of myself in front of my new wife but it was inevitable and I soon feel backwards into the water.

I came up from under the water feeling a little ashamed of myself, but soon realised a much calamitous event had just occurred, my wedding ring finger was empty. While trying to keep hold of the rock, my wedding ring had pulled off and fallen into the water. This cannot be good I thought, wedding ring, honeymoon, cave, water, lost and I would be following the family tradition of losing wedding rings in the water (that’s you dad ). But those younger years of spear fishing paid off and after a few attempts I managed to retrieve my wedding ring from the bottom of the water in the cave, some 6m down. I had my manhood back and managed to save my wedding ring from the bottom of the Sawa-i-lau caves. Ya for me and my wedding ring!

p.s. I love that photo below of Laura in the palm tree.