I have done many dives at the Blue Hole; two are especially memorable.
Two friends of mine who had not been certified for long made the trek out with Billy Leslie and a group on Bill Toonin’s boat. When we came down from ‘inside’, swam out and supposedly up J. saw some sharks down below and decided to go pet them. Her husband caught her at about 200 feet and brought her up. Narced? Of course. She said “they were so pretty.”
Another trip one of my regular dive buddies, an instructor from California, brought a newly certified friend with him. The newbie was a natural so we felt confident taking him with us by having him follow me and the instructor behind him.
On the way out I like to talk to divers who have never done type of dive and find that many of them are nervous and ashamed to ask questions so we get some chit chat going. We talk about being narced and what it is like and what to do. After the dive I ask “who besides me got narced?” Glances exchanged but no dialog so I told my experience this time. I heard the most beautiful voice sounding far away calling my name in the most enticing manner; over and over. I knew that I was narced and just enjoyed it. Then my dive instructor friend said that one time when he looked at his computer the numbers were scrolling like a slot machine in Vegas. Then the newbie said at one point it was like when you wake up in a strange place and say “Where am I?” Then other said they had the same sensation and we all had some good laughs.
One of the benefits of diving is the pictures in you mind and the opportunities to revisit over and over by telling about it. Kinda like fish stories but we don’t exaggerate – much.
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Harriette
Take only pictures leave only bubbles