Bad Dive & Rescue Course starts
Monday, August 29th, 2005I had a really bad dive Saturday morning - just one of those days where everything goes wrong and you think “hmmm…maybe today isn’t my day”. Further down this entry is my dive log, which is worth a laugh. On Saturday afternoon we did our “Emergency First Responder” skills and test, to prepare us to start our PADI Rescue Diver course. Our course instructor is a funny and upbeat Czech called Ondrej Hindl.
The worst part of Saturday was having to cancel our night dive as we were both too tired and had to study for the Rescue Diver test. We were in bed asleep by 10.
Sunday Morning we started our Rescue Diver course, and had a fun day although it was mostly theory and the written exam (which Jules got 100% in, beating my shameful 96% into the dirt). We had about 30-40 minutes in the water doing some basic refresher skills for Self Rescue, and then did some “panicked diver at surface” skills.
That was “panicked Diver” scenarios were kind of fun, and for some reason I didn’t feel stupid when it was my turn to pretend to panic. The skills were pretty simple today, but made harder by the awful visibility in the bay at the Wyndham resort - the vis was only about 10 inches at best.
We ended Day One of our course by putting oxygen equipment together blindfolded, which was enjoyable to do yourself, and funny to watch others do (especially as Ondrej would move pieces while you were blindfolded).
My dive log is below.
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Dive No 69. 27th August 2005 Location: Hermes. HELL DIVE
Everything that could go wrong did. Felt ill this morning from a Pizza I ate last night. The end of a hurricane (or maybe high pressure or something) brought us 6 foot swells on the way out. I felt a bit ill - Did a backwards roll off the boat clutching my camera (with great concern for it’s safety) and lost my mask as it was ripped off my head! IDIOT! I shouted to Jules that I had lost my mask and then had to fin on my back for 5 minutes in medium current while Jules and Leanne retrieved it from 71ft of water. Michael (the captain) asked if I was OK, and when I shouted “I’m fine. Just annoyed” he smiled and told me to hang onto the mask strap next time.
Jules told me later that as she raced down trying to get my mask before it hit the sand that it was “attacked” by several Great Barracuda that were obviously drawn to the shiny object sinking helplessly. Jules reached it just as it hit the bottom, and brought it back up to 20ft where she relayed it to Leanne to bring up the rest of the way (Jules would have needed to do a 3 minute safety stop before she could have come up).
When Leanne popped up in front of me with my mask I was so happy! I got down to about 60ft, and noticed several Great Barracuda swimming around. I took 4 photos and as I wondered why all the photos looked so dark in my LCD screen I finally realised my strobe (flash) was not on! IDIOT! I had some good Barracuda shots lined up too!
As we got closer to the Hermes I realised my Octopus (the 2nd regulator) was leaking air. Jules had a look at it and tried to purge it to clear it, and it went into full free flow! (if you don’t dive - this is bad. It means it just starts dumping air continuously and forcefully). I tried to shake it, tap it, turn it upside down but it wouldn’t stop. I tried breathing through it but it pretty much blew itself out of my mouth. I managed to hold it in place for a few breaths, blew hard out through it, and after a couple more shakes managed to get it to stop. Cool. no need to abort the dive.
At the wreck another diver in our group was stressing me a little and when I checked his air he only had 1000 psi left and thought he was OK (he had used 2000 psi in 20 mins, and we still had to get back to the boat through the current and do a 3 min safety stop). We decided then it was time to start heading back. We went up and had to swim against the current on the safety stop - if you didn’t pay attention or stopped finning you would be swept away from the boat. The weird thing about the safety stop was as you finned in place tiny jellyfish were swept past you continuously, sort of like the old Windows Starfield screensaver. It was cool, but made me a little dizzy trying to watch them.
On getting out of the water my tank slipped out and Michael had to grab the tank valve and take me back to my seat.
…and then I got seasick!
I decided not to do the 2nd dive!
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The worst thing about my mask sinking to 70 feet isn’t that it was bumped, nudged, and prodded by Several Great Barracuda on the way down (it has a shiny silver frame)- it’s that I didn’t get to see or photograph it. I’ve gotta start carrying a spare mask!
Oh, and I need to thank both Jules and Leanne for salvaging my mask and something of the dive for me!
I guess the good thing about the experience is I didn’t panic or get freaked out when things went wrong, I was just generally annoyed.
And finally, Ondrej took a quick look at my Octopus on Sunday and tightened the screw inside it in about 5 minutes. It seems fine now. Thank you Ondrej!

















