The title comes from a 1980s Australian ad to invite American tourists to the country. A 1990 film inspired by the catchphrase was a local box office failure because real Aussies call them prawns. The phrase was also used in a scene of Dumb and Dumber in 1994. This will also play a role in tonight’s dinner, but more on that later. Caleb will raise his hand so we can be with the first half of divers to explore Crack-A-Jack, a standalone coral formation (a bommie). This one starts at 16ft below the surface and continues down over 120ft to the ocean floor.

Another bommie was discovered in 2020, a coral “skyscraper” that stands a third of a mile high, making it taller than the Empire State Building. It is the first of its size to be found in the region in over 120 years. Recreational divers aren’t allowed because the peak sits at 131ft, which would only allow an eight-minute visit, so it’s explored by robots from the Schmidt Ocean Institute instead. We see a blue linckia starfish, a pustulose wart slug, an olive sea snake, five-lined ribbon worms, two lionfish, banded ribbon worms, and an unidentified shrimp. I averaged 40ft and only stayed 32 minutes.

I follow the line up, and a cute pipefish is swimming near the rope. Caleb lets go and makes his way to the boat, so I think I can do the same. I have to grab the line again to avoid being rescued when the current carries me past the steps. I finish pulling myself in and am glad I conserved energy for the return. Caleb is done diving, so I skip the opportunity to see stonefish on the next dive and start cleaning our gear while he rests. Tonje, Becky, and I take the 130pm tour of the engineering space with Guido. He has everything off, just in case, and has the only room with a grab bar so he doesn’t get burnt.

Emma shares some Violet Crumble (with peanut butter!) I start to bring our semi-dry gear down as others hang theirs up. It’s a good thing I secured anything that wasn’t tied down, as others weren’t so lucky. When the boat moved, I thought someone aimed something from above into the trash can next to us, where a few divers were having snacks and drinks with our conversation. The crew told me to leave the lid on the wet deck, and when word spread, people could grab what was left of the stuff they left to dry. Crew members take turns on the grill and passing out shrimp and champagne.

Trevor is eventually coaxed from the pilot house to play a few songs on guitar with Helen accompanying on drums while we all wait for dinner to finish. We sing along to Who the F* Is Alice, by Smokie, 1977, but replace the name with Simon. It’s definitely a crowd-friendly chorus. The variety of grilled meats, corn, and potatoes is served inside with mint jelly and a few other sauces. Dessert will be served on the couches so we can vote on best picture: DSLR, compact, and fun while the boat slides us about.