I have asthma, or so a doctor said 100 years ago one day in his GP surgery. For years I have wanted to scuba dive, I've asked before...in fact every time I see an opportunity, just in case, and the answer is always "NO". I knew the would be loads of opportunity to dive while we were traveling so I explained to my GP how I really don't use my inhalers and how my lung capacity is great and could it be possible I no longer have asthma because I would like to dive...."NO" she said. Grrrrr.
So, you can imagine my surprise and total delight when I asked in Koh Tao, Thailand, if I could dive even though I have a history of asthma and the answer was "shouldn't be a problem, go see the local GP". So off I went to the local GP on this dive centric island to find out if I could be declared safe to dive. It took just a few moments in his surgery with a few listens to my chest, some questions and a grand old fee of £3 to be told "good to dive". It was so easy!
Delighted, I mean reallly delighted and at the same time just ever so slightly nervous that all of a sudden after years of being forbidden to dive I suddenly could, I trotted back to the Big Blue dive centre to sign up for the introductory "open water diver" course.
I had a ball. With my fantastic instructor Ros who kept me reassured, my great "buddy" Artur from Germany and the entertaining couple James and Breda from Ireland, I learnt how to dive. It was a jammed packed four days when I got addicted to pizza post dives, had great banter with the other divers during our "surface intervals" and drank a lot of mineral water. By the end I was addicted, I felt like I had just had a taster and I wanted more!
Six years before John had learnt to dive in Australia, doing his open water and then attempting his "advanced" course. Unfortunately, on one of the dives John couldn't equalise his ears and had to abandon the dive which meant he couldn't complete the course. It didn't take much to convince us to stick around Koh Tao for a bit longer and do our advanced course there.
So off we went, with Ros again instructing us, Breda and James, the soon to be infamous Irish couple, a Scottish guy and an American called Joe. Some of this diving was frustrating as it focused much more on improving skills underwater but other parts were amazing, like the chance to deep dive (to 30m), dive a shipwreck and do a night dive. But the absolute (unconventional) highlight of the advanced course was on our last dive of the course when....
We all went down underwater as normal, in our buddy pairs as you always do. After a while our instructor Ros looks round and signals to Breda "where is your buddy? Where is James?". Breda looks round, apparently realising for the first time that James isn't there. Breda starts to panic. "stay here" Ros signals while she briefly looks nearby for James, he can't be found. There are procedures for when this happens, it's ok. We just all need to surface which is where James should be since he has presumably realized he is lost! We all head up, abandoning the dive, and get to the surface. James is nowhere to be seen. Breda starts panicking more. I understand why, we're still new to diving and she just lost her boyfriend! We wait a while looking for him but he hasn't come up. Breda is fairly near to hyperventilating. I am also starting to think where is he?!! Eventually his head pops up "there he is there he is!!!". Breda and James have a domestic. Everyone calms down and we decide to go back down to finish this dive.
We all go down a second time, swimming around the wreck while James and Breda take photos with the (expensive) camera they have rented. Ros indicates to us when it's time to go up. It's important to do this when you are told, kinda matters when you are under water how long you are down there. So we begin to head up and realize that James and Breda aren't. "What are they doing?!" I think, "they need to come up"...James and Breda seem to be frantically swimming around until they are forced to come up. When we reach the surface we know something is wrong...they have lost the camera...a certain kind of mood descends upon the diving party as the potential cost of paying for the lost equipment weighs on Breda and James. Incase you are interested, Breda gave the camera to James but James never received it. Hmmm.
We all floated back to the boat unable to show any signs of cheer and sullenly climbed aboard. They don't really even know where it was dropped. Then, out of nowhere against all probability the camera pops up right beside the boat!!!!!! An instructor sees it and shouts "I'll get it" as she dives into the water. Breda sees it and shouts "THE CAMERA!!" and recklessly jumps into the water...with her WEIGHT belt on and no BCD (flotation equipment). Ie. She will sink. "BREDA!!!!" shouts Ros "TAKE YOUR WEIGHTS OFF!" which Breda thankfully manages. We get the camera and Breda safely back on board. We laugh a little, with relief. Then to put the icing on the cake we look over to James, who has been engrossed in sorting out his equipment the whole time and we ask him does he realize his girlfriend nearly drowned and by the way we found the camera. He just looks up blankly and says "Breda? Is she ok?" hahaha how you can be completely oblivious to several people frantically shouting your girlfriends name beats me, but it is proven possible! What a dive! We won't forget James and Breda any time soon.
Perhaps this offers some explanation for it all: James and Breda are Irish.
We fun dived for a few more days on Koh Tao and loved every moment of it and as we have moved down through Thailand and into Malaysia we have dived again in Koh Phi Phi, Koh Lanta, Perhentian Islands and now in the revered and respected world class dive sites at Sipidan in Borneo. Every dive is different and we have seen such wonderful underwater life; turtles, sharks, sea horses, puffer fish, box fish, frog fish, octopus, sea snakes and so so much more! And we still have Indonesia and the Great Barrier Reef to come! Bring it on! :-)
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