Word of the Day: Green
Notable / Highlight of the Day: we threw our gear on a horse cart and Anna, Mike and I walked down to dive site, Bio Reef.
It’s a shore-entry dive about a quarter-mile up the road from Uber’s dive shop. We had to go there instead of back to Shark Point because Uber was off to a rough start.
Remember that shit weather, well it continued through the night and got worse and sank several boats, including Uber’s. Also, Edwin’s son, Finn, had thrown up all over his and Donna’s new sofa earlier that morning. Donna and Edwin, an unbelievably charming couple, were the ones who own Uber along with a few other investors.
So we started the rescue diver training with searching for a lost diver using search patterns. And the visibility was shit. It felt like diving in pea soup and the current was ripping. Mike had an idea of where Anna was so he kept yelling at me under water to basically make a bee-line in her direction.
I don’t actually know how he saw her because after he signaled where she was it still took me about six fin kicks to see her bubbles and a dark blob of a shape.
One skill I’m a champ at is raising the dead from the bottom of the ocean using my BCD or the victim’s. Full check the box on that skill. What I’m still working on getting gear removal prioritized as I forgot to remove weight belts.
As we were catching our breath on shore a few of the blue Marlin guys came to let us know that six divers from Uber had gone missing at sunset reef. I thought they were fucking with us or it was part of my training, but when Mike said, ok, lets start our 2nd attempt, I realized it wasn’t a drill.
Our second search dive we didn’t even find the victim. Poor Anna died (not for real, just for pretend). But we still practiced skills at the surface including more towing, dragging, rescue breaths and gear removal. I did my best to not slice Anna’s bum open on all the coral on the beach.
When we were on our way back to the shop our team of six missing divers were on their way back. The swells had been so big at sunset point the captain couldn’t see them in the water. It sounds like they also went in the direction opposite of the dive plan, so they were being searched for in the wrong spot.
And because Uber’s boat was underwater and they were using Compass Diver’s much smaller boat, we could not go out on the afternoon dive and wrap up because there was not enough room on the boat.
So I got another afternoon off. I didn’t take off from the shop until three though but grabbed some food and got my very smelly laundry sorted out. I was worried it would never dry as it felt like it was never going going to stop raining long enough but I crossed my fingers and toes.
Yvette who I met in Nusa Penida was in town and even though it was absolutely pouring I went out to see if I could say hello. I stopped by all the typical haunts and as I was passing Uber the whole team was getting drunk and discussing how they might be able to change procedures. I hung out for a bit but my stomach was growling and I wanted to grab some food.
I did one more sweep checking Lava, Blue Marlin and Manta but I couldn’t find her so I headed over to Broken Compass to grab a quick dinner.
I bumped into Savannah, Steve the GM of Compass, one of the charming Indonesian dive instructors, and Sebastian and pulled up a seat.
Steve shared some ridiculous dive stories that are not fit for polite company as we ate our burgers and laughed. Our loud, enthusiastic ukulele playing Hawaiian friend from the other night was also still staying at Compass and had found some travel companions to match his personality.
Current Location: Gili T, Indonesia
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