Dear Fellow Diver:
When I searched online for the world's best dive sites,
the Kona Manta Night Dive was always on the top 10 list.
But which dive operator to use for it? A dive buddy I met
on the Belize Aggressor III told me the manta night dive
alone was "worth the price of admission," he had done it
aboard the Kona Aggressor II twice and enthusiastically
endorsed the boat. However, I had heard poor reviews from
other Aggressor Fleet guests about this boat's all-American
staff having a sense of snobbish entitlement and not being
as doting as foreign-born crews, like the ones that lavished
attention on me during previous Aggressor trips overseas.
A while back, I had read an Undercurrent article about
an Aggressor boat hitting a reef at night and having to
evacuate guests. For this reason, I aim for metal-hulled
vessels. The Kona Aggressor II, an 81-foot-long, aluminumhulled
catamaran with twin 550-HP Komatsu diesels that
motors Hawaii's western coast, seemed solid. While I have
bad thoughts every time I book a liveaboard, I always get
to the thought of "Odds are, it'll never happen to me."
So I took a chance, booked a two-week trip to Hawaii
for Christmas
break, and did
the famed dive
on my first
day aboard. It
turned out to be
a severe disappointment
-- the
dive, I mean.
The crew was
great. But that
"it'll never
happen to me"
concern? Well, it
made an appearance
on this
trip.
It seems mantas are drawn to
the plankton that are drawn to
the lights at the airport. So for
our two afternoon dives and the
night dive, the Kona Aggressor
II moored at Garden Eel Cove,
near Kona's airport, after lunch
to secure a parking spot before
other boats arrived. The traffic
was chaotic on dive number four.
Hanging beneath the boat for my
safety stop, I watched multiple
propellers passing within 15 feet
overhead, the boats jockeying for
position. I surfaced to find 14
boats had joined us.
After a dinner of five-spice
curry salad and sautéed shrimp
Kung Pao, we joined the throng. It was a one-ring circus. Huge lights placed in the
center of the amphitheater were surrounded by 100-plus divers and snorkelers flailing in
the dark, flashlights in hands, trying to maintain their kneeling position at 35 feet in
the surge. The light show was crazy, the manta show a crashing dud. Exactly zero of them
made an appearance. The only thing I saw, besides the human pandemonium, was a decorator
crab and Frank, a famous local undulated moray eel with a big yellow head, hunting
off the human-supplied lighting. We waited for over 30 minutes before calling it a
night, and our disappointed group sulked back to the boat at depth to avoid the churning
propellers. The crew tried to explain away the non-performance on the full moon, thew
winter solstice, and animal unpredictability. I tried to console myself by thinking,
"It's nature, not an aquarium."
My luck changed on Day Two. For the second dive, my buddy and I were fussing with
the cameras, so we were the last to enter the water at Sharkfin. As soon as my giantstride-
entry bubbles cleared, I saw the unmistakable silhouette of a huge manta behind
the boat. Our guide, an Italian blonde named Dominique, had told us all to meet at the
bottom, the opposite direction of the manta. I started maniacally shaking my Aqua-Maraca
to alert the group, while simultaneously turning on the camera and strobes, but everybody
else was headed the other way. Oh well, I tried. My wife and I soon caught up to
the feeding beauty at 56 feet, getting great shots and following for a nice distance.
It was an exciting and exhilarating experience; one that makes me thankful I'm alive and
that I dive on this beautiful planet. Unfortunately, we burned over 1000 psi swimming
into the current to catch up to our group; we should have just stayed with the magnificent
creature. I saw other mantas during the trip, but that one was the longest and
closest encounter.
Afterwards, I pulled myself up one of the two low-sloped ladder onto the dive deck,
three steps down from the main deck, and enjoyed a (very) hot shower. I gave my depth
and bottom time to a crew member, who wrapped me in my dedicated (by number) warm towel
after the post-dive rinse. The boat carried its 14-diver max on my trip, so it was a
little tight when we all got ready at once. The dive gear stations ran across the main
deck's stern, in two rows facing each other. I picked one at the end, sat on the bench
seat with hinged storage underneath, hung my 2.5-mm shortie on the hanger and put my BC
and regulator rig on the well-worn Nitrox aluminum 80 in the tank holder. Then I took my
rig to the camera table, immediately aft of the big room that held the salon, dining room
and galley. It was easy to find an outlet for charging my equipment, but other divers
also had big and multiple camera rigs, so the table was always cramped.
I got along well with the other four couples (one each from Italy, Sweden and
Canada) housed in the ensuite bathroom cabins off the salon/dining room, and the family
of four in the upstairs bunkroom behind the helm. My spouse and I were in Cabin Five,
with a double bed (lower) and single upper bunk, private head and shower, individual
thermostat, and media player with TV screen; it was "cozy" but comfortable enough. Most
of us were repeat Aggressor Fleet guests. Admiring the praying mantis that took up
residence in the small, fake Christmas tree on the topside bar was the extent of our post-dive entertainment; there were no long or
boozy nights.
Fine by me, because I took advantage of
the five dives per day -- two morning, two
afternoon and a 7 p.m. night dive. But some
sites, with lots of surge and fair to poor visibility,
were almost as disappointing as that
no-Manta night dive. "Well, that was a lot of
work for nothing," my dive buddy said after a
mundane long swim at Rob's Reef. At least I
saw my favorite Hawaiian fish, the beautifully
decorated Humuhumunukunuku apua'a (reef triggerfish)
and the omnipresent Lauwiliwilinukunuku
'oi 'oi (longnose butterflyfish), both with
names I really enjoy saying aloud.
To me, a fair Hawaiiian dive equals a good
Caribbean dive. My big-animal sightings included
spinner and bottlenose dolphins, and green sea
turtles. At Driftwood, a huge stingray that looked like a king-sized mattress with a
tail zoomed past me. My shark sightings included white-tipped reef sharks of varying
sizes, from pup on up, and several scalloped hammerheads; at Turtle Pinnacle, I spotted a
12-foot tiger shark cruising below the snorkelers and spinner dolphins.
Night dives often yielded the best sightings. Beautifully colored lobsters (banded
spinies, Spanish and sculptured slippers) abounded. At the Hive, I crept up on a huge
octopus with nickel-sized suction cups hiding in a crack. Jeweled anemone crabs, marbled
shrimp and a hairy yellow hermit crab were first sightings for me despite 40-plus years
of diving experience. Dominique, who had a degree in marine biology (and who crushed me
by saying I reminded her of her father), maintained a "What Did You Sea" whiteboard near
the camera table listing each day's sightings. A crewmember was in the water as a guide
for every dive, but we weren't required to follow. Most dives were 60 to 80 feet, and
lasted 50 to 60 minutes. The only restriction was a one-hour dive duration so the boat
could motor to other dive sites during our intervals.
Several sites were more like great volcanic topography sample boards -- lava flow
fingers, and collapsed tube arches and swim-throughs made of long-ago molten magma
-- than a Hawaiian reef creature ID card. After a Christmas morning breakfast of
French toast and Portuguese sausage while sitting "fireside" (the Yule Log burned on the salon's TV screen), we dropped in on the
Lion's Den. Bright sunshine and crystal-clear
water with well over 100 feet visibility
gave a spectacular view of an old volcano
and vast field of basaltic pillars fading
into the deep. Huge pyroclastic-flow boulders
stood as silent testament to a violent past.
At Au Au Crater, I found a lava tube in the
crater wall venting hot water, and conveyed
my find to all by miming warming my hands
at an open fire. (Can I lay claim to a new
scuba hand signal?)
While we were away, Santa visited our
cabin and left us candy canes and Aggressor
swag items. Christmas fell on Taco Tuesday,
so lunch featured chicken tortilla soup, Kalau
pig and steak tacos, Cuban black beans, Spanish
rice and guacamole, and mango mojo. The 6:30
a.m. breakfast, morning snacks (like mango muffins and cinnamon rolls), lunch, afternoon
snacks (flatbread pizza, hummus and baba ganoush) and dinner were all spectacular, not
a description I readily throw around regarding cuisine. Chef Guy, a Hawaiian, toiled 16
hours a day on his craft, which resulted, damn him, in me gaining five pounds. And like
I mentioned, the crew, all American, were anti-snobs. They were personable, omnipresent,
seamlessly rotating their shifts and duties, and a joy to be with for the holidays.
But then then came the shock of the trip. It happened after Pelagic Magic, another
site where I recorded "meh" in my dive log. Hanging on ropes beneath the boat for a night
dive, my only sightings were some squid and a lone seahorse. I cheered up afterwards,
during our trip out to the deep blue, when we gathered for a dinner of Caesar salad,
bacon-wrapped beef tenderloin, garlic mashed potatoes and broccolini with ali'i mushrooms.
So sitting in a food coma, the transition from serene to surreal was mind-blowing.
I felt and heard a loud, high-pitched metallic scrape and screech travel underneath the
boat, and sprang to my feet, thinking, "Holy shit, we just hit something. I knew I should
have packed the drybag! I believe I remember where they said the lifejackets are." Trying
to keep calm, I retrieved my wallet, postulating that money, credit cards and my driver's
license would survive a swim, right?
The ship soon backed off the engines and made a U-turn to travel back in our wake.
My guess was the skipper was unaware we hit something until someone went topside with the
news. The ship's searchlight landed on a sizeable round buoy, with a post on top that
looked a little banged-up. Captain Matt Herwig said it was a Fish Aggregation Device, which the state of Hawaii places around its islands to,
according to its website, "attract schools of tuna and
other pelagics to make it easier for fishermen to catch
them." I was amazed we ran over such a thing and didn't
foul the props or incur any damages. Captain and crew
stayed calm and professional while doing their systems
assessments, and we were soon back under way.
I was determined to make the most of our remaining
dives, but while Boxing Day started out gorgeous,
yielding a large scalloped hammerhead making a casual
pass at Stoney Mesas and lovely swim-throughs at
Catacombs, it turned later. The surge became considerable
at Never Neverland; being tossing about among the
boulders in 25-foot visibility made a challenging dive.
The seas picked up during dinner, giving us a dramatic
backdrop of waves crashing through an onshore arch and
occasional blow-hole spout. Ultimately, two of us stalwarts
joined Dominique for a night dive at the Hive and
were rewarded handsomely. Visibility got better under
the boat and the surge was almost down to "bad." I
found a large scrawled filefish sleeping vertically in
the fold of a sponge at 60 feet. A beautiful Spanish
Dancer nudibranch posed for pictures, so I obliged her vanity. I was happy to have
toughed out a dive with so much creature variety and volume. Plus, there was plenty of
spiked hot chocolate served post-rinse with my warm towel.
We had considered some land-based dives during our second week, but never got around
to it as we were too busy sightseeing the Big Island from our base at the Royal Kona
Resort. Every day started with a coffee from Kope Lani on Kailua-Kona's main drag; the
Kona Extra Fancy brew was so good, I shipped five pounds home. Highlights were driving
past coastal coffee and macadamia nut farms for views of South Point and Green Sand
Beach; visiting Volcano National Park on the east coast for free (due to the government
shutdown), driving to the top of Mauna Kea for a beautiful sunset, and to the bottom of
Waipi'o Valley for spectacular waterfall views. On the way to the airport, we visited the
seahorse farm, which was interesting, but I would have opted for the octopus farm if it
took last-minute reservations.
This trip made me appreciate my luck. I didn't see an abundance of mantas, but I
loved my long swim with that big one at Sharkfin. Big surge and low visibility were
diving bummers, but unique topography and nighttime critter sightings kept me upbeat. I
got the adrenaline shock of a brush with disaster, but boat and cargo thankfully stayed
upright. The abundance of excellent service, fantastic food and the option of 27 dives
over six days made for a great week. I'm glad Kona Aggressor II only scraped that fish
buoy and stayed damage-free, for I would highly recommend the boat to any other Big
Island-bound divers.
-- R.A.M.
Our Undercover Diver's Bio: "I was exposed to diving at a young age by my father and
Jacques Cousteau, and got certified in 1977. Aside from drysuit diving in Silfra, Iceland,
I gave up cold-water diving, preferring the Caribbean, Yucatan, Micronesia and the
Philippines, and am always accompanied by my lovely wife-buddy. I only feel truly stressfree
at work when I have two dive trips planned ahead."
Divers Compass: I paid $3,035 per person, double occupancy (the 2019
rate is now $3,135), for seven nights, but some divers took advantage
of a $500 per-person discount offered in an Aggressor Fleet email four
months prior to the sailing date; cost includes room, five-and-a-half
days of diving, food, beverages, beer and wine, but not transfers . . .
The only cost which seemed like "piling on" is the Nitrox charge of $100
per person for the week, but "geezer gas" is almost a must, given the
five dives offered per day . . . The boat has a "boutique day," selling Aggressor clothing and items, with a 10 percent discount for repeat guests . . . On
land, I stayed in Kailua-Kona at the Royal Kona Resort, on Kailua Bay and near the center
of town, for $260 per night. . . I rented a Big Island 4WD Jeep for $250 a day, which
was expensive (it was the holidays) but worth it, because the big-name rental agencies
wouldn't guarantee 4WDs, which proved indispensable . . . Da Poke Shack is a beachside
takeout joint famous for the world's best poke fish preparation; they close when they run
out, usually well before their official 5 p.m. closing time . . . Everyone makes a Mai
Tai on Hawaii, but my favorite was at Don's Mai Tai Bar in the Royal Kona Resort . . .
Websites: Aggressor Fleet - www.aggressor.com; Royal Kona Resort - www.royalkona.com; Big
Island Jeep Rental - www.bigislandjeeprental.com; Da Poke Shack - http://dapokeshack.com