We had a bit of an average dive today off Matas Island, saved by Steph finding a giant red frogfish. After lunch I flew the drone over the P-38 planes crashed in two meters of water off the beach. All was going well until I flew backwards into the trees on the island. We rushed over in the tender and tracked the lost Phantom with the GPS in the app through the thick jungle full of spiders and huge red bull ants. It was stuck over twenty five meters up in a tree, and while I went back to the boat to get a machete, one of the crew shinned up the tree and rescued it. I really didn’t expect to be able to fly again this holiday, but it is working just fine, although it has some nice green stains on the propellors as war wounds.