The Australian Marine Conservation Society (AMCS) is Australia's only national charity dedicated exclusively to protecting ocean wildlife and their homes. We've been saving our seas for 50 years.
NPA~Marine is the marine sector of the National Parks Association of NSW (NPA), a non-profit, non-government organisation working to improve the protection and understanding of NSW oceans
Tangaroa Blue Foundation is a not-for-profit organisation that coordinates the Australian Marine Debris Initiative, a program that is focused on the removal and mitigation of marine debris from our marine and coastal environment.
Talking about diving with a difference: we had the amazing opportunity to have a look behind the scenes of the recently opened Shark Bay at Sea World on the Gold Coast, Queensland and go for a dive in the Reef Lagoon.
Leaving at 6.30 in the morning for two days driving was a tough ask for some. "Where's Paris" was the question. My response was "In France", "No, Where's Paris Knight?", "In France when it's dark!". Some people are just not morning people I was quickly coming to understand.
For as long as I can remember I wanted to SCUBA dive. I remember being fascinated by my dad’s cylinders of air with yellow flaking paint and belts of lead weights that lay around the house, and the promise of what lay beneath the surface of the sea. As luck would have it, by the time I seriously started thinking about diving I had been diagnosed with adult asthma.
Talking about diving with a difference: we had the amazing opportunity to have a look behind the scenes of the recently opened Shark Bay at Sea World on the Gold Coast, Queensland and go for a dive in the Reef Lagoon.
Leaving at 6.30 in the morning for two days driving was a tough ask for some. "Where's Paris" was the question. My response was "In France", "No, Where's Paris Knight?", "In France when it's dark!". Some people are just not morning people I was quickly coming to understand.
For as long as I can remember I wanted to SCUBA dive. I remember being fascinated by my dad’s cylinders of air with yellow flaking paint and belts of lead weights that lay around the house, and the promise of what lay beneath the surface of the sea. As luck would have it, by the time I seriously started thinking about diving I had been diagnosed with adult asthma.