On March 18th I did my 200th Scuba Dive. Isn’t that cool?
Denny was my dive buddy – and the location was Palau Tenght in Komodo National Park.
I distinctly remember the first time I tried scuba diving – it was at a swimming pool at a hotel in Puerto Rico in 1976 – my husband and I ran into the guy running the resort course and he convinced my husband that even though he had horrid issues with his nose – he could teach him to dive – or his money back.
Such an offer my husband could not refuse.
So – we did it. We took the 1/2 day scuba intro at the pool – which ended up taking us into the swimming lagoon off the beach of the hotel. I’ll bet if we went 10 feet deep – it was a lot.
But we learned to take off our masks, how to breathe thru the regulators, how not to panic if you lost your regulator, and some more of the very basics of scuba.
The really attractive part of the deal was an offer to go to a small island 17 miles off the coast of Puerto Rico – Culebra – and do 2 boat dives there. To avoid the issues of flying after diving, the plane was actually open to the air (no pressure) and flew less than 200 feet above the waves – and they had to weigh us to determine where we should sit. In order to land – the plane tipped sideways thru 2 mountain peaks.
What nuts we were – but we did get to do 2 dives in crystal clear waters – and probably to a max depth of 25 feet. It was awesome.
Went home – got certified.
And now I’m doing #200. Wow – been a long way, lady.
I admit to hoping that #200 would be as memorable as #1 – but it was not to be. The memorable dives here in Indonesia (Komodo National Park) were 197 (Manta Point), 194 (Shot Gun), 189 (Castle Rock), 190 and 193 (Crystal Rock), and 191 (Secret Garden). The rest – including #200 – are a blur, nice but not spectacular.
There are other dives among the 200 that stand out – the overhangs and tunnels off the east coast of Grand Cayman, muck diving in the seriously cold water in Trinity Bay, Newfoundland, and of course the Roraima – a wooden sailing boat that sits in 185 feet of water off the coast of Martinque. That was done as a decompression dive of course – with tanks tied off at 25 feet and 15 feet. I also fondly remember the sponges in the cave in Greece, and the octopus that AquaMan – our dive master in Greece – found for us to play with underwater.
Nice memories of blowing bubbles. Here’s the next 50 (I’m doubting I’ll make more than that.. To busy doing too many other things)
Signing off – The Soup Lady
Wow! I didn’t know your first dive was in Puerto Rico!! Jamin and I should definitely done some there then – our first dive as a married couple, and yours too!
I also remember Aquaman and the octopus… Do you remember the old-school dive helmet that Aquaman’s boss pulled out and used to walk underwater from the shore?
And the older guy ate a sea urchin – in the shell – right off the ocean floor. Cool dives, eh?
Happy 200 – and many more! 🙂
Now There’s a happy thought! And I was wearing my duck socks today – that a certain young lady sent me for Christmas…. Clearly thinking of each other.
Wow, you’re even taking them traveling? I’m chuffed! 😀
Favorite socks go everywhere…. What can I say!