Me in diving gear |
This experience was one I was
determined would be a part of my personal growth, the combination of fear and
the knowledge that I was going to overcome any fear that decides to take a ride
on my back. As those who already follow my blog know, last week I undertook the
first part of the Open Water diving course, which qualifies you to dive down to
depths of 18 metres. Well, this weekend was the meaty part of the course – the
actual open water section. In good old Britain that means that it was cold, it
was deep and the visibility was almost nonexistent. Swim two metres from your
diving buddy and you would have to come up for air before you found them again.
This means that I stuck like glue to my teacher for the weekend, Bobby.
We arrived at 8am that morning (some
of us having lodged over at a hotel, and others driving up in the morning), and
all the kit was quickly laid out all over the grass at our chosen spot. The
boxes that we had before were laid out ready. The wetsuits were actually dry for
the one and only time of the whole weekend. If you know about diving then you
know that this means they were an absolute
bugger to put on. The first time I went to the changing room and began to
gamely tug myself and my clothing about trying to contort myself into a
wetsuit, I’m sure that the yoga community would have been proud of me. To make
it even more interesting, there were actually two to put on, a long one and a
short one. I saw another girl in the changing room who had a sleeveless wetsuit and a short jacket
over the top. It made me feel very glad for what we had. In true preparation
mode, 2Dive4 had actually brought along hoods and gloves for use in the water
as well, which definitely felt necessary. Although the temperature on top of
the water ranged from 12-15 degrees Celsius, once we had descended a few metres
it felt decidedly cooler. I discovered a cool trick with my hood. It warmed up
the water inside it, so when I equalised it blew open slightly and a rush of
warm air swirled about my head.
The lake |
After an initial briefing to let us
know what we should expect from the first dive (basically, not a lot, as we
just needed to get used to being in an open water environment) we were split
into two groups and advised to get ready to dive! I was in the first group,
along with a couple of other students. With the cylinder weighing the same as a
small herd of horses (I imagine), I trudged with no small difficulty across the
grass to where we were going to enter the water. The lake is pretty cool to
look at. The sun shines across it, and there are a little gaggle of geese
marauding around claiming their spoils of war (everyone’s sandwiches). This
means that the grass in front of the lake has an abundance of goose poo to
avoid as you walk. Still, I managed to avoid it all, I think, and carefully
stepped down the metal steps to the entry point. I was relieved to hear that we
would be doing giant stride entries all weekend, so I didn’t have to relieve
the horrible backwards entry that I did last week. The thing I always forget to
do as I step up to the water is inflate my BCD! It is only a matter of time
before I shoot like a missile down to the bottom of whatever body of water I’m
diving in.
In the water, I instantly feel the
rush of the cold water, followed by a rush of panic. To check your weighting,
the instructors make you dump your BCD air so that you start to descend. I had
a terrible fear that I was going to just go right down, and I would be at the
bottom without anyone else there. So I did quite a lot of flapping and finning
and gasping before I managed to collect myself. When we descended, we went over
to a rope that you can hold as you descend. This means that if you are not used
to controlling your descent rate, it allows you to go slow enough to equalise
your ears. Equalising is much easier
in the lake! I was having difficulty at less than 2 metres in the pool. In the
lake I was submerged down to 12 metres and I was fine! We each descended with
our instructors, and landed on a little wooden platform that was set at 7
metres depth. I wanted to look up, but that was risky. If I panicked, then I
couldn’t simply shoot straight up to the surface. So to control my fear I kept
my head low, and knelt on the platform, letting all the air out of my BCD. Once
everyone was down, it was time to have a little swim. And by a little swim, I
mean we literally swam in a circle around the platform. I tried my hardest to
keep my arms in front of me and not wave them about too much. I was making sure
that I could see Bobby all the time. After we had a swim about, we floated near
a horizontal rope, and practiced swimming straight holding the rope. I kept
rising upwards any time I let go of the rope. Bobby later told me that it was
because I was orientated diagonally and not horizontally. In the future I
should stick my bum in the air to swim straight! After a short time I did dare
to look up, and I could see the sunlight dappling on the surface overhead. I
could see that it was actually really close. Then I relaxed a little in the
water.
After some time swimming about, we made
an ascent to the surface and did a couple of skills. Just as in the pool, we
had to prove we could swap from regulator to snorkel and back again underwater.
The second skill was the tired diver tow, in which I basically had to drag
someone over the water (ever so slowly, so as not to tire yourself out) using
their cylinder to grip onto. Then it was the turn of the second group, who were
congregating on the edge of the entry point. As soon as I got out and had
stripped down my kit, I went and got changed into my normal clothes
immediately. They had told up that we would likely have about two hours between
dives. Definitely enough time to make a change worthwhile. Although it meant
that they had to wait for us to get back in the gear before each dive, it also
meant that they didn’t have to drag us out of the water in the early stages of
hypothermia. So...every cloud. I availed myself of the hot chocolate on sale. I
am fairly certain I almost entirely depleted their hot chocolate stocks whilst
I was there. I drank about five cups per day, and it is only a little machine.
It was very nice, but whether due to reality or just due to the circumstances
post dive I’m not sure. The bar inside sells food and drinks, and is right next
to a cool little dive shop. Round the back of this building is an area where
you can place your cylinders to be refilled. You place them in the empty
section, and like magic they reappear full over the other side! Okay, well
there was a slight time interval – it’s entirely possible someone just picked
them up and filled them. Bah. The magic is gone now.
Getting kitted up and ready to dive! |
After the skills we got to explore the
lake a little bit more! There is a short rope down from the 7 metre platform,
and it leads to a submerged bus! Yup! Well, why not. There is apparently all
kinds of random stuff submerged in the lake for the trainees to see (as it is a
training lake). The bus is slanted diagonally, almost (but not quite) propped
up on one end. We swam all the way round this bus, holding on the glassless
windows of the upper deck. Little fish flitted in and out as we swam.
This was the end of the dive
unfortunately, although there was a small sense of relief that I was definitely
going to be alive for another day! It will take me a while to get used to being
underwater and relaxing there, I think. But it will be worth it for all the
amazing things you can see in the waters of the world! After a couple more hot
chocolates and a debriefing, I was dropped off at my hotel to relax for the
night. I went to bed at 7pm and slept for eleven
hours. Man, diving is tiring! And I hadn’t finished yet!
The second day
Bright and early the next morning, we
were back at the dive site and raring for more! The temperature had dropped by
a couple of degrees, and there were substantiated rumours that a storm was due
to arrive at some point during the day. I was just hoping that we would get all
the diving done before then! A couple of the teachers had changed due to other
commitments, but I was pleased to see Bobby was still there. I confided to her
that I felt really scared about the upcoming mask skills. She said that I
should do them in a slow and controlled manner, over about six seconds, rather
than trying to rush them and getting panicked. She was due to be diving with
me, so I know she would help me!
The instructors |
Ready to descend |
Then came literally the most
exhausting drill of the whole weekend. We had to take off and replace our BCD
on the surface. When you think that I had 6 kilograms strapped around my waist,
accidentally letting go of it would mean a not so slow trip to the bottom of
the lake, sans regulator. So I held it in no less than a death grip as I made
various clumsy attempts to sit on it , pin it under the water and get my arms
back in. It bobbed and weaved all around me for what felt like at least ten
minutes. Finally, drained, I managed to get it back on and tighten all the
straps. After that, the weight belt removal felt like an ice cream on a
Summer’s day. I remembered almost tripping backwards as I came out of the
water. I was absolutely bursting. Desperate to shed my gear, I formed a little
trail of abandoned items as I emergency dashed to the toilet.
Surface skills |
We had the same amount of time in-between
the dives to recuperate. So I had had chocolate and sandwiches aplenty by the
time the second (and final!) dive came. This was the dive that we really got a
lot of depth, and a fair bit of swimming around and exploring! But before that
was the dreaded mask removal. I’m sure that Bobby got me to do it early as she
knew I just wanted to get it out of the way! She gave the signal for mask off,
and I started to prepare. I thought it through. I remembered what it would feel
like. I wondered if it would get stuck on my hood. I wondered if I would drop
it and lose it. Thumb in the nose pocket,
I remembered. Whilst all these thoughts were running through my mind, I must
have taken at least another thirty breaths from my regulator. And something
that I was so grateful for – I wasn’t rushed or hurried at all. She just sat
and watched me and didn’t do anything. Then...BAM! Off the mask came, and the
first thing was not to rush to get it back on, but to take a couple of breaths
from the regulator. I wonder if my mind has forgotten it slightly to cushion me
from the reality of it. But before I knew it, the mask was back on, and half cleared.
An automatic response. I remember blinking through the remaining water in the
mask and seeing the double okay that meant, thank fuck, I didn’t have to repeat
it. Now, having talked a lot about how much I disliked the mask skills, they
are extremely necessary. Imagine your
first mask flood being on a recreational dive at 30 metres? Imagine panicking
and trying to surface from that? I can definitely see why they are necessary.
As long as your regulator is in your mouth, there is absolutely no problem.
Now for the fun stuff! We got to do
loads of swimming about on this dive, so I was concentrating on my positioning
and my arms. I did get an odd sort of panic attack near the end at the bus.
When suddenly my brain announced “You do know
you’re underwater?!” (I’m imagining a sort of upper class voice). I had to take
a few breaths whilst gripping the bus and calm myself down. I imagine Bobby was
a little confused as to what was happening as she kept flashing the okay sign,
and I didn’t respond. Eventually I got it together and flashed okay at her. I
guess that is what it is like when people have panic attacks? Just a feeling
that you need a lot more extra effort to breathe. At the end of the dive we did
a safety stop – at an underwater pool table! How epic. There were no pool cues
anymore, but there was one very waterlogged tennis ball, and a frying pan that
was a poorly chosen Frisbee substitute. After the safety stop we surfaced.
Out of the cold water I went! Back to
my dry clothes and hot chocolate. In total this weekend I spent over 2 hours
underwater, and I learned a lot. Now I can’t wait to put this into practice and
head out to Australia to meet my best friend. Together, we’re going to dive out
there. It should be amazing! But I won’t forget the UK waters...I think I’ll
just wait until they’re a bit warmer again.
Open Water qualified! |
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