Word of the day: Lost
Notable/Highlight of the Day: As I was taking my morning shower Esther started to whip around the shop to open up the doors. This was a bit unfortunate for me because as I was suds-ing up, she pulled up the front doors which was a straight line of site from the shower I was using to the street just as Nando was walking up. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately for Nando?) I was wearing a swimsuit.
Our three advanced open water (AOW) students we’re going to be doing three of their course dives today. First Buoyancy, followed by deep and night. I got everything ready for nearly all the guests, lugging all the air cylinders and various bits of gear as the shop woke up and guests began to arrive.
When Carlo, Francesco, and Unge arrived and got settled, Sergi started his briefing covering what to expect, the mistakes generally made, what exercises everyone would be doing, and my role. The dive was easy for me as I basically only watched everyone crash into the bottom, into the ring, and struggle with different kicks.
Unge also got the BCD with the sticky switch, and, started uncontrollably shooting to the surface. Sergi grabbed her in time and disconnected the hose. She was a little shaken up but ok. As she was doing her buoyancy exercises though, she needed new gear, and luckily for her we were the same size. So, we swapped gear underwater so she could continue with the rest of the skills.
The weights had started to get scattered, so I went to pile them up as Sergi started a new skill. Or so I thought. He was done and was now off in the distance. I rushed over to let him know and he signaled…what I thought was to go grab them, but I thought he meant to get them.
And that was fruitless because we had kicked up so much sand when I got back to the very undefined area, I did a few U-shaped patterns but couldn’t see a thing. It was useless though, I wouldn’t have been able to grab anything with a broken inflator anyways.
We laughed about it when I got back and discussed what everyone was doing underwater and ways to improve. Poor Unge thought Sergi was telling her she was stupid the whole time because in diving you point to your forehead to say think. In Lithuania, you do the same thing to tell someone their stupid.
Our deep dive was next but first everyone needed to read the deep dive chapter. I took advantage of the time to try and finish my next section, but because I was sitting at the table with the AOW students they interrupted every 10 minutes or so to ask questions. So, in an hour I only made it through one more section of my book.
The deep dive briefing was long, and in Sergi’s typical fashion, terrifying. But the dive itself was beautiful. We started in Tokong and ended in West Selaco. It was beautiful as usual and everyone did great.
We did some more afternoon reading where every 5-10 minutes someone would have a question and ask me as I was trying to work out the formulas from my own course work. Not super conducive to studying.
The wind also had picked up substantially causing some big waves for our little beach. Normally it’s not that big of a deal besides it being a bit dangerous getting in and out of the boat. But it makes shore dives a little tough too, which is how we do night dives.
It’s tough because of the surf, but also the sand getting whisked about cutting visibility. The night dive was sandy. It felt a little like being in one of those snow globes that had just been shaken up until we got to about nine meters deep. I imagine this is also what it feels like to dive along the east coast of the US. I did get to see some cute baby squid inking away from me.
We came up near Lumba Lumba’s buoy line because Miguel wasn’t going to be able to find the Monster line. I could barely find Miguel’s light there was so much sand so I was glad to be getting out. Brett, of course, commented that there must have been some current instead of just asking what had happened.
Current Location: Pulau Weh, Indonesia