Funny story about Egmont. We stopped there in 2010 on the way to Princess Louisa. I’m walking around, checking out the store and the pub, telling everyone it was my first time I’d ever visited Egmont. Then I walked out back of the restaurant and I see this doorway, when the hair stands up on the back of my neck and I immediately feel cold. I was alone at the time.
About 5 years prior I had been part of a field trip where we hauled a few vans worth of Helium and other mixed gas up to Egmont and took video of some giant sponges at around 250 feet in depth along Agamemnon. Sponges bigger than me, you could kind of crawl in one, just incredible. Not sure anybody had ever photographed them in their native environment before, other than pulling one up from the depths on a grapnel. But, It’s a long ways from help, you don’t want to get hurt there. My unlucky number of course came up that trip and I ended up collapsing in the doorway of the gas shop with an arterial gas embolism. Anyway, it eventually turned out alright and that’s where my diving days ended. For years I had told people that we were in Lund and that’s where my mind had patched my memory. When I saw that door, it all sort of flooded back. Really freaked me out. My mind had blanked out the whole thing.
So every time I go to Egmont, I take a fresh walk and photo of that stupid doorway. Still makes me shiver.
Egmont!
Go visit my door and pay it homage.
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