Since this community looks completely empty, I thought I would start a discussion and just ask - what has been the best dive of your life?
I’ve been diving for a few years and haven’t made it to some of the places I would love to go to but I would have to say my favorite dive so far was in Cozumel - I got to see a lot of awesome reef formations, barracuda’s, I heard dolphins (didn’t get to see them) and tons of fish life.
How about you?
Not exactly the best dive of my life, more of a “don’t do this dive” but at least I didn’t die.
To set the scene - I was working on a tall ship as deckhand/dive instructor. It was shit pay but a lot of fun especially with the captain we had on this trip. He’d seen Pirates of the Caribbean and really taken Captain Jack Sparrow to heart, complete with random stuff in his hair and beard. We’d engage in piratical behaviour such as hoisting the colours, sailing past one of our sister ships and broadsiding them with stale breakfast pastries.
So, late one afternoon we sailed into Cateran Bay and as we were getting ready to drop anchor the deckie in the bow calls out “the anchor fell off!” Everyone including the Captain is like “what do you mean the anchor fell off?” That is exactly what happened, the anchor had literally fallen off the chain in the middle of the bay. We rigged up a buoy with a weight and dropped it roughly where the anchor sunk.
As the more experienced diver on board, I prepped to go on a salvage dive with Captain Solo (Don’t do this number 1).
I dropped down on the marker float to about 12m, with a second inflatable marker and a coil of line for a spiral search. Visibility is about 3-4m.
So I’m circling the the start point, slowly paying out line, spiralling out slowly over a pretty boring sandy bottom. No anchor. I keep going, slow and steady, watching my air. No anchor. I’ve been down about 45-50 minutes and my air is getting towards the time to surface point when suddenly I see…not the ship’s anchor but the marker buoy. Oh shit. Turns out my line had got caught up on random pieces of coral sticking out of the sand and my spiral was not a spiral at all. With my air getting low, I try a last ditch trust to lady luck approach (Don’t do this number 2). Kneeling on the bottom, I close my eyes and slowly turn in a circle thinking choose a direction, any direction. Then the weird thing happens, there’s a flash of green light through my closed eyes. I head off in that direction and almost immediately find the anchor. WTF? I attach the marker and begin my ascent with approximately sweet fuck all air left (Don’t do this number 3? 2b?) which is not great but gets worse when I realise that there’s a bunch of large nasty stinging jellyfish passing by slowly right above me. So I have the fun choice of wait for them to pass and hope my air lasts or get stung to shit. I wait, yes I’m a big baby. Finally I surface, hand my gear up to the deckie in the tender and crawl aboard. The deckie looks at my guages, grabs the reg and takes one breath, then takes another half a breath before the tank is dry.
Eek. That was close. Back aboard the ship we head over to the anchor and drop down to reattach the anchor - bounce dive - also don’t do this, usually. Once we’re all safely anchored up for the evening the Captain brings out a bottle of rum (of course!), opens it and chucks the lid overboard. “Oh well, we’ll have to finish the bottle now!”So the moral of the story is “If you can’t be good, be lucky but really you should be safe and don’t do stupid shit underwater”
Holy shit dude! That’s a crazy story - glad you’re still around to share it! Any ideas on what the green flash could have been? Reflection off of something maybe?
Probably just the sun either shining through a gap in the clouds or maybe lensing through waves at the surface. Maybe even a random phosphene. Probably not my amazing psychic powers based on my inability to pick the winning lotto numbers lol.
I have never properly scuba dived with a tank, but I’ve snorkeled plenty of times. I’m torn between two favorites… One was between the Galapagos Islands. The water was really cold, but the scenery was spectacular. The other memorable time was snorkeling in Akumal at a time of the year when the green sea turtles were grazing on the seagrass. It was really cool to swim next to them.
I’ve considered gotten into scuba diving so that I can explore the cenotes in Yucatan. But when I looked into it I saw that cave diving requires quite a bit of training, and it takes some serious effort to get there…
I’d love to see sea turtles as well. Definitely on my bucket list! From what I’ve looked into, you don’t need cave diving certifications to go on a cenotes dive assuming you would be with a dive master, they don’t take you through any uncharted or tight areas.
I’d highly recommend getting certified if you enjoy snorkeling! Breathing underwater takes a little getting used to at first but once you get past a few uncomfortable things it’s a whole new world to explore!
The cenotes would be amazing to dive but cave diving…shudder Cave diving always seemed like a very expensive, complicated and unpleasant way to commit suicide to me.
Mine was probably my first dive after my open water course. I took my OW in undergrad, so when I graduated I didn’t really have any time, money, or dive buddies, so I didn’t dive for about 7 years. I ended up doing a backpacking trip in Indonesia with my girlfriend (eventually, wife), and her friend. I was planning on renting gear and diving at the end of the trip, and my enthusiasm eventually turned that plan into a discover dive for my wife, her friend, and some random British dude that ended up tagging along with us for that entire trip.
In the pool and on that dive my wife and her friend were struggling to descend, and occasionally crying a little bit. On that dive we all eventually made it to depth and then a very large turtle just soared above us and eclipsed the sun. My wife’s jaw hit the sea floor. Because of that one turtle, my wife eventually got certified, and her friend and her friend’s eventual husband got certified.
