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Cry baby, cry
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We are at our diving site around 10. It does say difficult entry and exit but well, we can handle it.
NOT!!!
Coming out, the waves are tossing us back and forth, like balls in the ocean. At a certain point in time, when the water reaches your waist, you have to stand up, take off you fins, put on you flip-flops and walk to the shore. We stand up. The waves are pulling us down. Again. And again. I see Hubby is doing better than me. I do not manage to stand on my feed for more the half a minute. Not enough time to put on my flip-flops. I need them desperately. There is no way you can walk out of the ocean without them. There is: stones, pebbles, stoned coral, coral, but also fire coral and sea urchins. The 2 last ones are VERY painful. You can end up in hospital (right, Broekske???). The first ones prevent you from standing up. I fall, get swept by the waves. On to the fire coral. With my butt. Take it from me: ouch! It burns like fire. The waves pick me up and toss me somewhere else. I have no control where or with what body part I will land. I am scared. Every time I almost stand up, a new wave flushes me down. Hubby is standing up by now, but like 5 meters away. He is shouting: 'Take off your gear, I'll take it.' But the missie is too proud to do that. I try and try. But cannot put up on my sandals. My hand lands on a sea urchin. I scream. By now, I am panicking. Every time a wave is pulling me into the sea, I cannot breath anymore, my whole body is under the water. I put my regulator back on. But I am too upset to be organized. And then: 2 hands on my shoulders: a voice: 'I'll take off your gear. Click. Click.' The gear is gone. And then 4 hands are pulling me up my feet. I am hanging in between 2 big men. I put on my flip-lops. A calm voice: 'do not walk until you are ready.' Less than a minute later, I am at shore. My anonymous saver carries my gear. We say: 'thank you' many times. He says : 'no problem'. This is one of the beauties about diving. Divers help divers. Thank you, anonymous man!
I was scared, though, I was crying and I cannot stop, Tomcat is taking over. Drives me home. Stops on the way to give me a hug. Takes care of my wounds, rinses the equipment (I am not going out again today!!!). Hugs me some more. And I am back to myself. It is better for me to DO something when I am upset. I made lunch. We eat it. And Tomcat does the dishes while I write. He needs his laptop: his computer game! I watch some TV: stories from the morgue: I love it! And prepare diner.
By now, I am OK. Unfortunately, the announced 'Omen' movie is not on. So I go to bed with my 'cat' book. Too many emotions.
And, yes, by the way, the dive was great: a wreck on its side, with lots of marine life and a HUGE moray eel. By now, the dives are no challenge for us anymore, just the getting out.
This is it for me for Bonaire, it was good but enough!
It is the next morning and OK, I'll do another dive. Hubby chose an easy entry/exit. I chat with Greta for an hour in the morning. Dr T stays up till the morning light and I take over by 7... . We do need a second laptop. Hubby was worried I would not shore dive anymore. But this one is easy. And nice. He always finds moray eels:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moray_eel
They look dangerous! Against the current, as you should dive, we are on our way for half an hour. Dr T gives me the sign: turn around. OK. We get back to the starting place in less the 10 minutes, that is how strong the current is. We still have plenty of air, so we dive again against the current for 10 minutes. And come back in 3.
We surface.
The plan was to have brunch at home and diner out but ... we still have food for both! So, we decide to stay in, have an easy afternoon, pack and leave for Aruba tomorrow.
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