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TO LIVE AND DIVE IN MALAYSIABy Ayman Dunseath, Editor of Facilities Management MagazineYou haven’t dived until you’ve dived at Sipadan, just off the north-eastern coast of Malaysian Borneo. Twentymembers of Emirates Diving Association were invited by the Malaysian Tourism Board to test the waters.Ayman Dunseath sheds light on his experience.Mabul, however, was not the focus of ourdive quest, but rather the much smallerisland of Sipadan eight nautical milesaway. Rising out of the clear Celebes Seasome 30 kilometres off the east coastof Sabah in Malaysian Borneo, Sipadanis rated as one of the world’s top divesites by anyone and everyone worth theirsalt who has dived there. Described byrenowned oceanographer and filmmakerJacques Cousteau as ‘an untouched pieceof art’, Sipadan was referred to by one ofEDA’s more experienced divers, Peter, asthe ‘pearl of the Pacific’.before giving us bubbling onlookers theeyeball. And there was plenty more tocross off on a diver’s wish list: napoleonwrasse, giant clams, mandarin fish, mimicoctopus, cuttle fish, frog fish, giant groupers,harlequin ghost pipe fish, lion fish, trumpetfish, scorpion fish, blue spotted ray, morayeels, gobies and bobtail squids to namejust a few. It’s the closest I’ve ever been tofeeling like being in a giant aquarium.To be honest, I had no idea what the namesof these various sub aqua creatures werebefore this trip. As far as my marine lifeparlance went, I could describe only small,medium and large fish in a wide varietyof shapes and colours. But alas, Sipadanbroke me. I felt compelled to learn thenames of these glamorous new friends ofmine, though I did stop short of playing‘name that fish’ with dive junkies Bitar,Hanif, Mike and Ernst in the evenings ona resort DVD.EDA Divers with the ECO FlagAyman Dunseath, Editor of Facilities Management Magazine“We pride ourselves on our toleranceand respect for each other’s religions andethnicities,” says Ruth, a protestant IndianMalay dressed in an elegant turquoise sari.Her husband Eddie is of Chinese descentand is casually dressed in slacks, trainersand a short-sleeve shirt - only his whitedog collar gives away his clerical vocation.Sat next to me at the Christmas OpenHouse 2005 event in Kuala Lumpur’sNegara Stadium, the couple would makean odd spectacle in most countries, excepthere, perhaps, in Malaysia.‘Truly Asia’ is what the Malaysian TourismBoard keeps insisting the country is. Onfirst impressions, the federation certainlylives up to the slogan. Beyond Ruth andEddie is a veritable sea of diversity. Asa microcosm of the country’s overallsocial composition, Malays (65 per cent),Chinese (25 per cent) and Indians (sevenper cent) form the majority of the 5,000strong crowd. Islam is the dominantreligion, with some 60 per cent of thepopulation being Muslim, while Buddhists(20 per cent), Christians (nine per cent)and Hindus (six per cent) make up therest.“We all celebrate the four major religiousfestivals in Malaysia,” Ruth continues.“Christmas, Eid Al Fitr, Diwali and theChinese New Year are all public holidays.”A true model of religious integration ifever there was one, I thought. Or a nationof 25 million slackers! Either way, I wasn’tcomplaining.But I wasn’t in Malaysia to integrate, slackoff or complain - though I made time for abit of each - I was there to dive! Those kindfolks at the Malaysian Tourism Board (I dofeel this report will need to be updatednext year) sponsored 20 Emirates DivingAssociation (EDA) members on a MalaysiaMega Familiarisation trip, anchored by abreathtaking scuba experience.Comprising more than 13 nationalities, thegroup battled fatigue and near insanity onthe three planes, bus and boat it took usto get to the spectacular tropical island ofMabul. In fact, ‘spectacular’ isn’t anywheregood enough for it. Appearing as a tuftof lush green between shades of azureblue above and dark indigo below, thepalmed paradise demanded a redefinitionof our transportation from ‘speedboat’ to‘heavenly chariot’.This was not simply another exotic divingtrip. To go to Sipadan, you have to bechosen.Sipadan lays claim to being Malaysia’s onlydeep-water oceanic island. It was formedby living corals growing on top of anextinct undersea volcano, which rises sixhundred metres from the sea bed. Lyingfive degrees north of the equator, Sipadanis one of the richest marine habitats in theworld. More than 3,000 species of fish andhundreds of coral species call it home.As a designated world heritage site, all diveresorts were requested by the Malaysiangovernment to move from the island bythe end of 2004 in order to preserve abalanced land and marine ecosystem.Hence our stay in the stilted chalets ofSipadan Mabul Resort (SMART) onMabul Island.What makes Sipadan uniquely specialis the close proximity to the shore of acornucopia of life that exists in remarkablyclear water alongside fantastic drop-offs.Fortunately, most of the good stuff can befound pretty close to the surface. Whenyou’re not bewildered by the schools ofjacks, barracuda or massive hump headparrot fish swimming around you in militaryunison, you’re enchanted by the tens ofgreen and hawksbill turtles lazily glidinghere and there. Or simply hypnotised bythe millions of technicoloured reef fish.At one point, we saw a bat fish seeminglyflirting with a green turtle. Later on, atypically aggressive trigger fish chased agiant hawksbill turtle out of its territoryBut if there’s one fish I do know about, it’sthe shark. “You guys up for diving at 5.30tomorrow morning to catch a look atthe hammerhead sharks at Sipadan?” asksIbrahim Al Zu’bi, EDA’s EnvironmentalDepartment Director on the first night.I laugh heartily, enjoying the camaraderiethat inevitably develops when you travelwith a close-knit bunch of divers. But Ilaugh alone. A relative novice to the art ofgetting tanked up underwater, I was notexpecting to have to leave the warmthof my bed at such a dark, ungodly hourto actually go in search of sharks to swimnext to. ‘We’re on holiday aren’t we?’ Iprotested in vain.Hours later, we absorb an incrediblesunrise as our heavenly chariot speeds usto shark-infested waters near Sipadan. Thewater is surprisingly warm. As it happened,we only got a glimpse of a hammerheadat around 35 metres down but saw plentyof white-tipped sharks at shallower levels.Debunking the media shark hype wascertainly a fulfilling experience for me.At around one to two metres in length,they didn’t seem particularly menacingand, thankfully, weren’t interested in us.Their graceful manoeuvring in the waterwas a sight to behold. As long as I kept anample amount of flesh – namely my divebuddies Fatma and Maher – between meand any shark we encountered, I was ahappy diver!Whether diving off the jetty at Mabul orby way of a short boat ride to Sipadan,we packed in two to five dives a day overthree days, depending on how hard core adiver one was. We became so accustomedto the sharks and turtles around Sipadanthat on our last dive we ignored themcompletely and went in search of someof the smaller, more elusive creatures.About a 10-minute boat ride from Mabulin another direction is Kapalai ‘Island’, nowa sand bar which is host to a water villagestyleresort.Kapalai offers some of the world’s best‘muck-diving’. Yup, that means diving inmuck, or sandy sea beds – and is not aclean-up dive, which some of the othershad already undertaken the day before.(I had opted out of that dive as a resultof my right ear attempting to tune in toa distant short-wave radio station everytime I tried to equalise – divers willunderstand).For the more seasoned diver, and therewere quite a few of these specimens onthe trip, small is beautiful. Rare is evenbetter. With the help of the eagle eyes ofSMART dive masters Jasni and Peter, wewere introduced to a long horn cow fish,a spinney sea horse (no relation to theshop) a spotted duckbill, leaf scorpion fish,sea moths and harlequin ghost pipe fishamong other minuscule organisms that Isimply couldn’t see at all but I neverthelessnodded with affected interest.It must be said that at times it can getpretty congested underwater with‘schools’ of divers all milling around thesame small area of this vast ocean. It getsworse when many of them are carryingcameras and video equipment and thenvie for the best angles to ‘shoot’ theirgame. At one point in Kapalai I counted12 divers hovering around in one place.Japanese, French, Arab and Australiancameras were clicking, flashing andzooming in on God knows what. CouldMichael Jackson have sunk to such depthsto get away from the landed paparazzi?As if by some form of dolphin-like extrasensory perception, fellow diver Alistairturns to me and points to three wordshe has just written on a note pad: bluering octopus. Astonishing! I think to myself.How did he manage to write that 15metres below the sea! Perhaps I couldstart writing articles down here.Back on the boat, Alistair informs me whata rare privilege it was to see this octopus.It’s the first he’s ever seen, and, as a diveinstructor himself, he’s scoured a fair bitof the world’s oceans. Ernst, another ofour dive gurus, has more than 6,000 divesunder his weight belt and says in awe: “I’veseen things today that I’ve never seenbefore.” Guess I’m lucky then, though Icould never admit to these guys that I stillget a buzz out of swimming over otherdivers’ bubbles.Back at the resort, the ever-friendlySMART staff are preparing our finalsupper. SMART is one of four dive resortson Mabul, an island that takes just half anhour to walk around and that also includesa water village of 2,000 Filipinos (including800 kids). Managing Director Robert Lotells me about how he brought somedivers to Sipadan many years ago and was16 EMIRATES DIVING ASSOCIATION, FEBRUARY 2006 FEBRUARY 2006, EMIRATES DIVING ASSOCIATION 17