﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><channel><title>DiveBuddy.com: Articles</title><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blogs.aspx</link><description>Scuba diving articles posted by members of DiveBuddy.com.</description><image><title>DiveBuddy.com</title><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blogs.aspx</link><url>http://www.divebuddy.com/images/divebuddy_db.png</url></image><ttl>240</ttl><item><title>Children writing about the ocean - funny!</title><author>Greg</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11165</link><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 20:22:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[Number 11 and 12 are my favorite. 1) - This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles. (Kelly, age 6 ) 2) - Oysters’ balls are called pearls. (Jerry, age 6) 3) - If you are surrounded by ocean, you are an island. If you don’t have ocean all round you, you are incontinent. (Mike, age 7) 4) - Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson. She’s not my friend any more. (Kylie, age 6) 5) - A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of its head. (Billy, age 6) - My uncle goes out in his boat with 2 other men and a woman and pots and comes back with crabs. (Millie, age 6) 7) - When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean. Sometimes when the wind didn’t blow the sailors would whistle to make the wind come. My brother said they would have been better off eating beans. (William, age 7) 8) - Mermaids live in the ocean. I like mermaids. They are beautiful and I like their shiny tails, but how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? Like, really? (Helen, age 6) 9) - I’m not going to write about the ocean. My baby brother is always crying, my Dad keeps yelling at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can’t think what to write.(Amy, age 6) 10) - Some fish are dangerous. Jellyfish can sting. Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug themselves in to chargers. (Christopher, age 7) 11) - When you go swimming in the ocean, it is very cold, and it makes my willy small. (Kevin, age 6) 12) - Divers have to be safe when they go under the water. Divers can’t go down alone, so they have to go down on each other. (Becky, age 13) - On vacation my Mom went water skiing. She fell off when she was going very fast. She says she won’t do it again because water fired right up her big fat ass. (Julie, age 7) 14) - The ocean is made up of water and fish. Why the fish don’t drown I don’t know. (Bobby, age 6) 15) - My dad was a sailor on the ocean. He knows all about the ocean. What he doesn’t know is why he quit being a sailor and married my mom. (James, age 7)]]></description></item><item><title>Certification at Beaver Lake, AR</title><author>blacknite31</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11164</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 21:38:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[went down to do my open water cert. at beaver had a great time even better dive buddy, looking forward to more trips... like, to the ocean ;)]]></description></item><item><title>Hammer &amp; Chisel Set for Scuba Diving</title><author>Greg</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11158</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 10:06:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Equipment</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/1_11158.jpg" width="200px" /></div>I have never seen a hammer/chisel combo for scuba diver’s like this so I thought I’d share. I don’t think I’d ever use one underwater (unless I become a treasure hunter, archaeologist or want to bust my way out of a wreck) but it looks cool and I want one! Here is the description from the manufacture: Since it was introduced in 1992, the Diving Equipment Specialties Hammer & Chisel set has set the standard in its class, with superior features that assure you of years of corrosion-free heavy-duty use. This popular item, also known as the "Enrique Hammer", is our #1-selling product, and its quality of design and manufacture is attested-to by the many divers who already use it, and the manufacturers who have tried to copy it. It is simply the best underwater tool of its kind available. The 4-1/2" by 2" hammer head is machined from a solid billet of 304-series stainless steel, giving the hammer a weight of approximately 6 pounds - a serious underwater tool. The 9" handle is made out of 1" stainless steel tubing that is knurled for a sure grip, even with heavy underwater gloves. A threaded bushing on the end of the handle receives the matching chisel for storage. A generous hanging-loop at the top completes the package. The design of the screw-in mounting in the hammer handle protects the internal threads from foreign matter while in use, but should the hammer and chisel ever become jammed together with sand or other material, the knurls on the chisel’s end-cap allows them to be separated with ordinary pliers. The 8-1/2" long chisel is machined out of a solid 5/8" diameter 17-4PH forged stainless steel stock - which has the same anti-corrosion qualities as the 304-series stainless. Like the hammer handle, the chisel shaft is knurled for a secure underwater grip, and the point is milled, not cast. The threaded end-cap on the chisel contains a center button of milder 316-series steel to absorb a lifetime of hammer blows without breaking, allowing us to temper and harden the chisel shaft and point to a 44 Rockwell C hardness. This hardening process also increases the rust resistance of the 17-4PH stainless steel, making our chisel almost impervious to salt water corrosion. Only the Diving Equipment Specialties Hammer & Chisel set has this unique stainless steel chisel. Our imitators use ordinary cold steel chisels that are readily attacked by seawater, with predictable results - a rusty mess that shortens the life of the tool. Order your Diving Equipment Specialties Hammer & Chisel set direct from the manufacturer. This top-quality product sells for $199.00 + $18.00 shipping and handling (Within Us borders).]]></description></item><item><title>Conversation with Richard Neal - New Owner of the Frying Pan Tower</title><author>Greg</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11153</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 18:56:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/1_11153.jpg" width="200px" /></div>I recently had the pleasure of corresponding with Richard Neal, the new owner of the Frying Pan Tower - formerly known as the Frying Pan Shoals Light Station. He bought the decommissioned lighthouse from the U.S. government and converted it into a bed and breakfast for divers and fisherman. I wanted to know how a person could take on such an endeavor, what the process was like...and whether he had any tips for people aspiring to be like him. Here’s how the conversation when: GREG: What did it take for you to leave a career as a sales engineer to pursue this project? I imagine it was hard leaving a good paying job to assume a big risk. RICHARD: Well, still working fulltime I and the rest of America hopefully learned after the financial crisis that it’s best to plan, prepare and be ready rather than jump into the deep water without a lifeline, both figuratively and literally in this case! GREG: Besides GSA, where there other resources you used to find information about possible off shore platforms to buy? RICHARD: Search Google / Bing and set ‘alerts’ in both system for key words that may catch a notice. In my case, it was either dumb luck or a computer program from the future that notified me. (if you’re inclined, see; http://www.amazon.com/Hiding-In-Anonymity-HIA-ebook/dp/B0050K0U3M but don’t say I didn’t warn you.) GREG: How was the GSA process? Pretty intense OR pretty easy? RICHARD: GSA is like any government agency in that it works but just barely. I recommend if you locate anything you are interested in to contact by email and phone the agent who is handling the item. They are very valuable to better understand the nature of the item, place or property. For example, it took me 3 months to get the government to tell me directly that they couldn’t sell me the land under the tower because they “didn’t own it”! It is in international waters and outside the state and US lands. GREG: Do you have any kids? If so, did they help with the project? RICHARD: I’ve 4 kids, all nearly grown (2 just out of college, 2 in now) and as you might expect this seemed like another of “dad’s crazy projects” so they were only slightly involved. Now that it’s a year or so past the crazy stage, they often tell their new friends about it to impress them. lol. They have gone out and helped but it’s really my passion, not so much theirs. GREG: Besides divers wanting to be on the water, what other types of people do you envision wanting to stay at your hotel? RICHARD: Fishermen and just ordinary people who think it’ll be romantic, exciting, and a once-in-a-lifetime experience. (they’re right about all those btw.) GREG: Were you able to get any government grants for research studies or light house preservation? RICHARD: None, zip, zilch, nada! Funny but being literally “outside” their territory excludes us from any assistance. Or that’s at least what they responded with when we inquired of several groups. GREG: What is the ocean floor like around the light house? RICHARD: The 50-60’ depths are a combination of rocky ledges and shifting sands with lots of areas for massive spiny lobsters to hide and plenty of algae for the small varieties of fish to hide in. There’s an article in Sport Diver magazine (next month?) that has a 1/2 page article of us in it and next month or so we’ll be in Garden & Gun magazine. The bottom with the tower’s legs is a great place for everything from hogfish to grouper to shark to barracuda to maui maui to clouds of bait fish undulating with the current and in avoidance of the larger fish. GREG: Do you offer boat rides to the nearby wrecks? RICHARD: If we’re there on our donated use boat then yes for just fuel costs, otherwise it’s use your own boat to which we have a mooring attached close by. The Greg MicKey is 900’ away and has a good eco system of marine life to watch and swim with. GREG: What type of food do you serve? RICHARD: Serve? Well we do cook, but our food is basic stuffs like hamburgers, etc.. We have a full kitchen and recommend our guests bring in their provided foods and prepare them themselves onsite. (Just don’t bring a full sized lasagna! We had to run the large generator 4 hours to cool that one!) GREG: Looking back, what were the most challenging parts of the whole project? RICHARD: Every day just keeping the long term focus on getting it done. Not letting anyone or anything slow or stop us from moving to restoration and success. This effort is a result of multiple people pressing forward and getting it done, step by step, bit by bit and literally stair step by step! We are willing and when the waves are compliant, we are out there working to restore the tower. Our sponsors are making a huge difference in us getting it done too with key donations of parts and materials that are making a difference to us getting it done! GREG: There was a recent forum topic on DiveBuddy were divers were asking for business plans and budgets for projects like yours (diver hotels/hostels/charters, etc)...what is the chance of you sharing that information with the members of DiveBuddy.com? RICHARD: Budget / Business plans? Well, when you look at this from a strictly business standpoint you are hard pressed to make this make $ sense. You have to suspend a little business calculation and look at what “should be done” rather than what obviously makes sense to do. It is like buying a boat that is leaking and sinking slowly and you have to decide to either buy-in and move forward or run away fast! With the charm and beauty of the tower beckoning it is tough to just step back and ignore the possibility of letting it go and walking away from this challenge. We have stepped up and are getting many to step in and help us to make this work! GREG: I appreciate your time in responding to these questions. DiveBuddy has over 20,000 scuba divers registered, so you should get some great exposure. RICHARD: Well, we hope that some of your viewers do come and join our efforts and as they do, we will do our best to keep them safe, secure and provide an amazing experience for their trip! GREG: I admire what you have done. I am sure my wife and I will visit you all one day. Keep up the good work! RICHARD: People just don’t seem to believe this but it’s really just a come out and see us and catch the bug as we have and make the Frying Pan Tower part of your experience!]]></description></item><item><title>Diver Down Flag in Texas</title><author>SDBR</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11152</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 19:49:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/21612_11152.jpg" width="200px" /></div>Texas Sec. 31.1021. OPERATING VESSELS IN SCUBA DIVING OR SNORKELING AREAS. (a)No person may operate a vessel within 50 feet of a buoy or of another vessel displaying a diver down flag that marks an area in which a person is scuba diving or snorkeling. (b)No person may operate a vessel at a speed greater than the minimum speed necessary to maintain steerageway and headway while the vessel is within 150 feet of a buoy or a vessel displaying a diver down flag that marks an area in which a person is scuba diving or snorkeling. (c)To be entitled to the protections of this section, a scuba diver or snorkeler must prominently display a diver down flag from a buoy or vessel. (d)This section does not apply: (1)to a person who is operating a patrol or rescue craft; or (2)in an emergency. (e)Subsection (a) of this section does not apply: (1)to a person who is already operating a vessel in an area when another person displays a diver down flag within 150 feet of that vessel; (2)to a person who is operating a vessel in a waterway that is less than 300 feet wide; or (3)to a person who has permission to enter the area from the person who placed the buoy or the person who is operating the vessel displaying the diver down flag. (f)In this section, diver down flag means a square or rectangular red flag, at least 15 inches by 15 inches, that has a diagonal white stripe. Added by Acts 1989, 71st Leg., ch. 1146, Sec. 1, eff. Sept. 1, 1989. Amended by Acts 1991, 72nd Leg., ch. 226, Sec. 1, eff. Sept. 1, 1991. EVERYONE SHOULD VERIFY THE STATUTE IS VALID AND HAS NOT CHANGED!!!]]></description></item><item><title>Diver Down Flag in Alabama</title><author>SDBR</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11151</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 19:43:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/21612_11151.jpg" width="200px" /></div>Alabama Chapter 220-6 (3) The diver’s flag shall not be less than 300 Milliliters (12 inches) square, colored red with a white two-inch strip running diagonally from the top staff corner to the bottom fly corner and shall be prominently displayed and visible from all directions and kept within a 15.2 meters (50 foot) radius of divers when said divers are in the water. EVERYONE SHOULD VERIFY THE ALABAMA STATUTE IS VALID AND HAS NOT CHANGED!!!]]></description></item><item><title>Skin and Scuba Diver Down Flag in North Carolina</title><author>SDBR</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11150</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 19:38:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/21612_11150.jpg" width="200px" /></div>North Carolina § 75A-13.1. Skin and scuba divers. (a)No person shall engage in skin diving or scuba diving in the waters of this State that are open to boating, or assist in such diving, without displaying a diver’s flag from a mast, buoy, or other structure at the place of diving; and no person shall display such flag except when diving operations are under way or in preparation. (b)The diver’s flag shall be square, not less than 12 inches on a side, and shall be of red background with a diagonal white stripe, of a width equal to one fifth of the flag’s height, running from the upper corner adjacent to the mast downward to the opposite outside corner. (c)No operator of a vessel under way in the waters of this State shall permit the vessel to approach closer than 50 feet to any structure from which a diver’s flag is then being displayed, except where the flag is so positioned as to constitute an unreasonable obstruction to navigation; and no person shall engage in skin diving or scuba diving or display a diver’s flag in any locality that will unreasonably obstruct vessels from making legitimate navigational use of the water. (d)A person who violates a provision of this section is guilty of a Class 3 misdemeanor and shall only be subject to a fine not to exceed twenty-five dollars ($25.00). (1969, c. 97, s. 1; 2006-185, s. 1.) EVERY PERSON SHOULD VERIFY THE STATUTE IS VALID AND HAS NOT CHANGED]]></description></item><item><title>Water Temps!!!</title><author>SDBR</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11139</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 20:35:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Other</category><description><![CDATA[If you have an interest in determining what the ocean water temp. is where you may be going diving, N.O.A.A. has a website you can explore. It’s NOAA National Data Buoy Center. When you go to that website, you will see a map of the globe, along with many, many, many, red and yellow triangles. Enlarge the image for the area you want to check and click on one of the yellow triangles. Many of those buoys give the water temp., along with other information.]]></description></item><item><title>Dive Boat Dreams</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11138</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:35:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/21756_11138.jpg" width="200px" /></div>By Bob Halstead It would be a perfect life; I love diving, love being on boats and love adventure. I had moved to Papua New Guinea in 1973, already an experienced NAUI instructor, discovered that very few had dived PNG’s reefs, and that there was no established tourist dive industry. When the opportunity arose I quit my teaching job and started a dive school and shop in Port Moresby with my wife Dinah. We got a bank loan and had a 20-diver day dive boat built for us. This is Solatai and we used her for our dive school, but also cruised to Milne Bay every November and April, where we ran Scuba Safaris – camping in villages and exploring previously un-dived reefs. This was hard work, but we were young and fit, and the diving spectacular. Most of the guests were divers who had passed through our dive school and who lived in PNG, but we did get a few international clients. Their praise of the quality of the diving, and the fact that many returned, gave me hope that I could appeal to the larger international dive tourism market that was growing in the early 1980s. I could see that we needed to get a larger boat with live-aboard facility. Camping in villages was uncomfortable and exposed our guests to the malaria mosquito that bites at night. Sleeping on board a boat, just a short distance off shore, is very safe. We could also venture further and explore the many reef areas in PNG that had never been dived. I started to sketch a “general arrangement” of my ideal dive boat. First consideration was the PNG survey requirements. All commercial vessels had to conform to standards and had to be inspected during construction. The critical measurement in PNG was the “Registered Length” measured from the bow to the rudderstock. Solatai was built at 9.96 metres, inside the 10m class thus avoiding most of the rules. The next class was 10 to 20m. If we went over 20m the running expenses would skyrocket. If you are building a boat you must study the local regulations! The bank liked my business plan but was very concerned about building a boat as opposed to purchasing an existing boat. But in the early 1980’s there were not many dive boats for sale, and most of those were converted fishing vessels, and not suitable. I insisted that I had to have a purpose built dive boat designed to my criteria. What’s more I wanted it built from PNG timber in PNG. We had contacted a wonderful old man, Arthur Swinfield, who had taught boat building in PNG in the 1930s. He was a Naval Architect and when I told him I wanted to build a 20m boat in PNG employing the grandsons of the boat builders he had taught, he was galvanised into action. “I’ve been waiting for this call!” he exclaimed and set about drawing the most wonderful set of plans for the PNG boat builders. He helped persuade the bank to lend me money and in 1984 we started building on Dinah’s land in Milne Bay. The arrangement I wanted was for 5×2-guest cabins comfortably midships, an aft engine room and a large dive deck. The wheelhouse was forward so I could get a good view of the reefs. I wanted one large, slow – revving marine diesel – and single propeller to avoid the possibility of damage with twin shafts and exposed propellers. A huge amount of thought went in to making the boat reliable with simple mechanical systems I could repair myself. Building the boat was an adventure – and deserves a book! I managed the construction and fortunately I had had little prior experience – otherwise it is unlikely that I would have ever had the courage to build her. Ignorance was bliss. I started by doing the first things, then figured what the next things were and did them. When there were problems, I did not moan, I got advice and solved them. By December 1986 I had a beautiful live-aboard dive boat and two years of dive group bookings. People started to tell me how lucky I was, and I found the best response was to agree. “Yes” I would say, “thank goodness I found that treasure!” “You found treasure!” they would gasp, and I would tell them “indeed, I did” and introduce them to my wife. To start with I was very ambitious. We cruised to all the possible diving areas in PNG and made some great discoveries. Since I was the captain, chief engineer and dive master, and hated to miss a dive, I pushed myself hard. Calm weather made life easier but rough crossings and sleepless nights took their toll. We learned some interesting facts – for example if I anchored out in calm weather on an exposed reef for night diving, a squall would inevitably blow at midnight. So we started to plan things more carefully, always trying to find secure anchorages at night, and making any long re-location passages without passengers aboard. Still the adventure was amazing, the diving wonderful, and we had a good business. For every day everyone else lived, we lived two. Inevitably, as happens on boats, equipment would fail and I had to ensure I could keep everything running. This was stressful, but I kept a good inventory of spare parts. We operated for 10 years without a day of diving lost, but eventually I grew to loath continually fixing things. Privacy became an issue. There is very little privacy on a boat to and I seemed to be on call for 24 hours a day, often to answer inane questions or fix guests’ equipment. Or listen to shipboard romances being consummated on the top deck immediately above our cabin. Most groups were full of interesting people, my social and intellectual life revolved around them, and I have made lifelong friends. But a difficult or selfish passenger could make me miserable, and have a devastating effect on the boat’s morale. I began to hate my generator. If it stopped in the middle of the night there was this blissful silence – but I also had to get up and fix it. But when it was running the constant background noise was annoying. I could not win that one. Nor the desire for the boat to sometimes just stay still for a minute! Telita became famous, and so did some of the dive sites we discovered and dived regularly. We coined the term “Muck” diving to show divers the weird and wonderful critters that did not live on coral reefs, and were the first to show tourist divers living nautilus trapped from the deep – and safely released. Our promotions were to experienced divers – we insisted on at least 50 dives before we accepted a booking, and then gave them great diving freedom. These were our ideas and we felt we were leaders. Inevitably other divers started to buy boats. After 6 years of having PNG virtually to ourselves suddenly there were ten live-aboard boats operating. Most of these were set up in different areas from the ones we had settled into, complimented our operation and we were, and are still, friends with the owners. But to others “our” dive sites became public property and I became frustrated when I cruised to a site only to find another dive boat moored there, busy re-discovering and re-naming it. Competition is one thing, but plagiarism is another. Unfortunately there are no laws to protect proprietary information when applied to dive sites or techniques. We were not alone with this problem – look what happened on Sipadan – but at the time this quote probably summed up my feelings: “I am surrounded – on one side by the greedy and the ignorant, who hope to profit by following me, and on the other side by the jealous and the falsely pious, who hope to profit by my destruction.” (Hypnerotomachia). I dislike working to a routine so each day I would check the weather and make a decision as to where I thought I could find the very best diving for my guests. We never had a fixed itinerary; this meant I had to constantly make decisions. That was OK – I like being in charge – but it has its stressful moments. I still foolishly get upset if, because of some phenomenon out of my control (weather, visibility etc.), I cannot show divers the very best a dive site has to offer, and then they complain. If it rained, it was my fault. What finally made me start thinking about selling out were the guests who arrived with a list of dive sites and critters they expected to see, no matter the conditions. My grand adventure was turning into a guided tour. Then on one cruise a guest berated me for diving an unexplored reef. I thought he would be excited at the opportunity, but he just accused me of using his money for “my” research. I did not, and do not, want to dive with people like him. So, after 19 years full time, we sold our dive company. I sorted my slides and wrote some books – and then started helping out my friends in PNG, who needed the occasional break, by running their boats for them – and bringing along my favourite dive guests who still want to dive my way. Burnout has been vanquished. If the generator stops, I let the engineer fix it. My love of adventure and diving is as strong as ever. I do not own a boat, life is good! PS – If you are thinking of your own dive boat, this might help: Tips on boats 1. Fast boats with big engines are very expensive to run. Make sure the type of boat suits the area you intend to dive, and make sure service facilities are available. Working from a city such as Cairns is easier than working from a remote atoll! 2. Check the local maritime legislation to make sure you comply, before you build/buy your boat. 3. Comfortable is better than fast or luxurious. 4. Timber boats are quiet, do not ”sweat”, and are very seaworthy, and many traditional areas in the Asia/Pacific region have skilled shipwrights. 5. Any fancy bit of essential electronics on board needs a spare. 6. Do not be fooled by appearances – the heart of a boat is its hull, engine, drive and steering systems, not the varnish on the rails. 7. A decked hull is only one fifth, or less, of the cost of a boat. Boat Crew. Crew are a vital part of every boat, but are the greatest operating expense. Most countries specify the minimum crew numbers, qualifications and accommodation. If you wish to run a large boat, and especially if you are planing to cruise long distances, you will need a dedicated Captain, Mate, Engineer, Chef, Dive Master/Trip Director as well as crew to clean, run dive dinghies, fill tanks and so on. You cannot possibly do this on a small boat. The minimum capacity of a boat with this size crew would be 20 paying guests. To be really viable you would probably need 25 – 30 paying guests. The boat would be bigger, and hence maintenance, fuel, insurance and other costs and fees would all be higher too. I chose to have a smaller boat with just 10 paying guests and could make this profitable as I was Captain, Dive Master, and ultimately in charge of fixing stuff, and Dinah was Chef and assisted with deck duties, diving and Mate if Telita needed manoeuvring when I was in the water. We planned ahead to both get qualified to captain Telita by keeping a Mariners Log Book to certify sea time while running Solatai , and taking the necessary courses and examinations before Telita was built. So our crew consisted of ourselves, and 3/4 local crewmembers, minimising crew costs. Whatever crew you employ they need to be energetic, cheerful and enthusiastic in their work. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/personal/dive-boat-dreams/]]></description></item><item><title>Global Fawning</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11137</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:31:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[By Bob Halstead Enough is enough. The environmental doomsayers are way out of control. The last time I dived the Great Barrier Reef, October 2006, the water was freezing. Frankly, I could have done with a bit of Global Warming. Then, through a serious error of judgement, I went to see Al Gore’s movie. It is really boring but I amused myself by seeing how low he could pitch his voice before it cracked. I think there was one joke put there to show he is human, but it was not funny so I am still not sure. Then there was all this garbage about the climate changing, glaciers melting, even a cartoon of a lonely Polar bear about to drown for lack of ice flows. Emotive certainly, but I felt like I was being told not to snigger when I see the Emperor has no clothes. Excuse me. These environmental band-waggonists are nuts. According to them the Earth’s temperature is rising and we are to blame. Silly me – I thought it was the Sun! They just love guilt, and want us all to go back to living as we did before electricity and cars were invented, just like they do in Tasmania – but not too far back. They conveniently forget to mention that in the middle ages from about 900 AD to 1300 AD the Earth was MUCH warmer than it is now, glaciers shrunk, and the Vikings grew crops in Greenland. I expect there may have been a bit of coral bleaching around. Then we had a mini ice age. Over the past 160 years predictions have periodically switched between global warming and another Ice age. Now we are in a Global Warming phase and, largely because of modern communications and the “Millenium Bug Syndrome”, hysteria is winning the day. Well, not with me. A report to the United Nations in November 2006 states that rearing cattle produces more greenhouse gases than driving cars. Much more. We should not be worrying about hybrid cars so much as breeding hybrid cattle that produce less CO2, less nitrous oxide (which has 296 times the Global Warming Potential of CO2), less methane (23 times GWP) and less ammonia (which produces acid rain). If we can breed such cows it would be nice if they were edible. Another (real) scientific report concludes that rising temperatures and CO2 levels will benefit many plants which will thrive and extend their ranges. Another one states that extra CO2 in the atmosphere is BECAUSE of Global Warming not the other way around. The extra CO2 comes from dissolved gas expelled from our oceans because of rising temperatures. I have to remind you of two inconvenient truths here. 1. No one has ever successfully predicted long term changes in the weather. That is why the mumbo-jumbo is called Meteorology and not Meteoronomy – it allies with Astrology rather than the science of Astronomy…… 2. The Earth has suffered huge changes in climate over its history, especially BEFORE people existed. Sea levels have risen and fallen dozens of metres, and surprise, surprise, coral reefs have survived for 500 million years. Longer than the dinosaurs and even longer than the Al Gore soap opera – though I admit it does not seem like it. In the 1940s, when man-made emissions of CO2 rose sharply, the Earth’s temperature started to FALL. It turns out that no one has actually separated out what affect humanity is having on climate change as opposed to what affect nature is having on climate change. Well, I know what I think – IT’S NATURE, FOLKS. Nevertheless the guilt police are out telling us all to get rid of our greenhouses, and change our light bulbs. I agree with the latter. Get bigger brighter bulbs so you can read this properly, and avert Global Fawning. Can people have a local effect on nature – of course, which is why the GBR off Cairns is such a dreadful mess. But it is not because of Global Warming, Coral Bleaching or Crown of Thorns Sea Stars, it is because we have polluted the local water. You cannot expect to build cities on the sea-shore and not affect the water quality. I feel sorry for the Crown of Thorns, if they come to Cairns there will be nothing for them to eat. The poor blighters will starve to death. Fortunately further north along the Ribbon Reefs and away from polluted runoff, the reefs are in quite good condition. I recently dived Challenger Reef and the corals were just fabulous. We have done terrible things to our environment. Over-population is probably the worst. We could learn from history here too. When populations exploded in the South Pacific cannibalism became the rage. It could be the rage again – it is only a question of education. We could do what they do in Japan and serve whale meat sandwiches for school lunch. Except it would not be whale meat of course. We have dumped rubbish and sewage in the ocean, overfished our sharks and established water-guzzling rice and cotton farms on the upper reaches of our rivers. The Leader of the Opposition was allowed to make another political speech, wasting enough energy to light up a major city for a week, and supermarkets now sell more cat food than any other product. That is not true, I just made that up because I think we in Australia should have quolls as pets rather than cats. Cats really do bugger our Australian and New Zealand environments, and the RSPCA do not give a damn. They love cats. But to blame us humans for causing climate change, that is pure conceit. No doubt the big drought will be blamed on our coal-fired power stations. But, you know, I am very happy we have them. I enjoy my stereo and air conditioner and feel no guilt. I prefer a beaut bright bulb, and not a candle, to read by. I am also anxious to see us move into the Nuclear age. On the hate side, put the “Wind Farms” that are blighting our landscape. We are not talking about Dutch windmills; beauty never graced these functional monstrosities, typically situated on our most lovely hilltops. I dream of seeing people rise up and pull them down, as they did that statue of Saddam Hussein. Some very bright people have proposed Australia as an ideal nuclear waste dumping ground. I agree, and Parliament House would be perfect (Ha Ha!). I am confused by negative comments on this idea because obviously God decided to dump a heap of nuclear stuff here which is why Australia has the biggest Uranium deposits in the world. So when some environmentally concerned miners go to dig the stuff up and “clean up” our outback I do not understand what all the Greenies complain about. They complain if we dig it up, and they complain if we put it back. Hell, maybe they just like complaining. Let us dig more of it up, flog it overseas and make a packet, then rebury it in condensed “used” form back in the empty uranium mines and make even more money. We will all be rolling in so much money that taxes will be a thing of the past. Just like Global Warming. March 2007 http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/global-f...ning/global-fawning/]]></description></item><item><title>Claustrophobia</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11136</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:29:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[By Bob Halstead Perhaps you’ve noticed? While discussing our beloved sport of scuba diving, some of the uninitiated will pre-empt any possibility of experiencing nirvana by stating that they could not possibly learn scuba diving, as they suffer from claustrophobia. They will already have asked “How deep have you dived?” and “ Have you seen a shark?” and you will have no doubt wasted 30 minutes or so explaining that no one has to dive one inch deeper than they want, but deep diving is awfully good fun, and that sharks are beautiful – a joy and privilege to see underwater, and only ever eat divers who swim funny and use split fins. But the mention of claustrophobia always leaves me stuttering. I know what the word means – according to Oxford dictionaries, “an abnormal fear of confined places”, and I think I may have even suffered from it – but never while scuba diving. I try to explain the overwhelming sensation of freedom that diving offers, the escape to the blue ocean, and the way we float and glide in “inner” space. I think that the origins of the scuba diving myth of claustrophobia may well have been the deep-sea diving exploits of helmeted divers. The cumbersome weighted suits, and copper helmets, would definitely feel confining. Restricted vision, and permanent attachment to the surface, obviously limit a diver’s freedom. In my youth I well remember tall tales of deep-sea divers having their hoses entangled inside shipwrecks while searching for treasure. Sometimes bad guys slashed the hoses. This, before the invention of non-return valves, resulted in the whole diver being squeezed into his helmet. A truly gruesome end, no doubt, but a thrilling thought for a schoolboy. In the seventies, spaced-out compressor attendants blowing marijuana smoke into the air intake enlivened deep sea diving using surface supplied gear. At the time I thought this irresponsible, but now realise that it was necessary to reduce claustrophobia. Obviously these images must have been widespread leading to the public perception that scuba somehow confines a diver. Perhaps the diver’s mask is a problem for some. It does cut off any possibility of breathing in through the nose. Most people adapt in a few seconds but for some it is a lingering restriction. There are circumstances where a scuba diver may be inviting claustrophobia. Inside tight caves or tunnels or inside a shipwreck (or barrel sponge!) or even in really pea soup visibility, but I do not regard these as being typical scuba experiences. Most of the time in the tropics we are caressed by warm clear water and enjoy vistas of unsurpassed loveliness with easy access to the surface when necessary. The Proust Questionaire is a revealing entertainment at parties and the question I most enjoy answering is “What is your favourite Journey?” My answer is “The journey from the surface to the sea-bed.” and my favourite of these journeys is in deep water, where on entry I cannot yet make out the reef or wreck that I am diving to. As I descend, surrounded by the sea, I feel welcomed and liberated. Soon vague shapes appear as the sea-bed comes into view and I make out the corals and fishes. I feel free, not confined! How differently this is out of the water. For a long period I lived in PNG without leaving the small town of Alotau. Then I was invited to speak in Sydney and looked forward to travelling and sightseeing. It was a shock walking the Sydney streets, and being pushed off the miniscule sidewalks by rushing pedestrians. Building constructions blocked my path and traffic overwhelmed me. I realised I was feeling ill and …. claustrophobic! I had to get on a Harbour ferry before I recovered. It took a while to get used to cities again, and I even delayed an invitation to travel to New York. When I did finally arrive and strolled down 5th Ave. my fears were replaced by astonishment as the broad sidewalks opened vistas of the mesmerising skyscrapers. But in Australia these days we live enmeshed in a far more potent claustrophobia. The Nanny state snares us with spy cameras, speed traps and RBT’s. Insane and insulting rules force our behaviour. In Cairns City I am now told never to cross a road without an illuminated green man to aid me. I recently had to have a “Pool Safety Certificate” issued for my swimming pool fence that involved two council inspectors invading my (I thought) private property, and me paying for the privilege. Why? Evidently in case some other person was too slack to properly supervise their non-swimming infants who may trespass into my already fenced yard. Every time I look at the pool fence I get annoyed. The $5,000 it cost me to build in the first place – a fence I neither needed nor wanted – was the new camera housing I did need and want! I am told to make sacrifices to save the planet because some very noisy Green fanatics believe that CO2, a natural plant fertiliser, is warming everything – or making it cooler, or dryer or wetter or – whatever. At great expense I changed my light bulbs to flickering, poisonous devices that produce a repulsive illumination. Now I am expected to subsidise wind turbines that produce intermittent power at great expense and vandalise great expanses of beautiful countryside. The media presents speculation as evidence, alarmist activism is proclaimed science, and eco-fascists declare their “belief” in anthropogenic climate change – it is now a religion requiring faith. Sceptics are heretics denounced as “Deniers”. It’s suffocating. I sit in horror at the flooding devastation dealt on some of our unfortunate fellow citizens and wonder how it is, since this has all happened before, that these people were not protected. Was it because we were told that floods were a thing of the past? Tim Flannery, David Karoly and their mates, well publicised by the ABC, have been preaching for years that with “Global Warming” we can only expect droughts. Is it too much to expect that with $1,571,098,000.00 budgeted for the Australian Department of Climate Change and Energy Efficiency 2010-2011, someone might have said, hang on a bit, lets spend some of that making sure that whatever the weather does, citizens are safe right now? Especially since none of the Al Gore alarmist predictions are actually coming true. The Argo buoy network shows global Ocean temperatures have been declining since 2004. Polar Bears are doing just fine, atolls are growing and in 2010 Antarctica had a record maximum Sea ice extent. Then I only need a word from Julia Gillard to know that we are doomed, she backs the fools and charlatans all the way. As if a carbon tax will influence La Nina. Albert Einstein said that only two things are infinite – the Universe, and human stupidity, and he was not certain of the former. Our lives are becoming more and more claustrophobic as mind-numbing stupidity smothers us. There is only one escape – go diving! If you want to cut through the spin and find out what is really happening, and has historically happened, to the Earth’s Climate then read palaeoclimatologist Professor Robert Carter’s brilliant “Climate: The Counter Consensus”. (Stacey International 2010 IBSN: 978 1 906768 29 4). It is essential reading for anyone who wants an intelligent opinion on anthropogenic climate change. And I’m looking forward to reading Dr. Patrick Moore’s “Confessions of a Greenpeace Dropout – the making of a sensible environmentalist”. Patrick was a co-founder of Greenpeace but resigned when the organization was taken over by fanatics. He supports science over alarmism – and realises that nuclear power is essential for our futures. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/global-f...ning/claustrophobia/]]></description></item><item><title>If You Can’t Take a Joke Don’t Take Up Underwater Photography</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11135</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:25:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Photography</category><description><![CDATA[By Bob Halstead Some thoughts on taking underwater photographs with helpful hints for the innocent. It is all very wonderful to see beautiful underwater photographs published in Dive Magazines, but it is about time someone confessed! Some of the younger readers might not understand the suffering and sacrifices necessary to get those images, and end up with entirely the wrong idea. I’ve seen grown men cry. I’ve seen others, in a frenzy of frustration and rage, smashing their cameras and strobes on the rocks. It is not an uncommon occurrence for me to offer comfort to some sad soul staring in total shock at a dripping mess when, after spending hours cleaning and greasing “O” rings and studying instructions, the diver’s camera filled with water on its first dive. Once I shot 6 rolls of film with a Nikonos 15 mm lens just back from a $450 overhaul, these were some of my best shots of Dinah swimming with Silvertip Sharks. Since I lived on a boat in Papua New Guinea, I sent my slides to Melbourne in Australia for processing and was at sea continuously during this period, it was two months later that I saw the results … guess what … all the pictures were out of focus. The lens had been assembled incorrectly. So what did I do? … I LAUGHED! Yes the Gods of underwater photography got me again! The most important thing I can tell you about taking pictures underwater is “IF YOU CAN’T TAKE A JOKE DON’T TAKE UP UNDERWATER PHOTOGRAPHY”. If you are really worried about your cameras and strobes filling with sea water you should sell them as soon as possible because, have no doubt about it, THEY WILL. It’s very depressing for everybody else on the dive trip having to listen to you moaning about how much you paid for it all, and how few dives it has done, and how careful you were, etc. SELL IT ALL NOW! One of the most important facts that most people do not realize is that “IT DOES NOT MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE HOW CAREFUL YOU ARE”. There are no gold stars awarded for cleaning “O” rings after every dive, in fact the Gods just love these conscientious types. You are setting yourself up for the fall! Logic has nothing to do with underwater photography, this is warfare, and if your strobe has its number up nothing you can do will prevent it from filling with water. Just take the view that it is a good thing that it is the strobe that is full of water and not yourself. Now if you take the other extreme of not servicing your cameras at all then of course that also is tempting fate … although it does have the advantage of not having wasted so much time. If cleaning “O” rings is your thing then go for it (personally I find it incredibly boring). Just as long as you don’t think you are scoring points and that it will have any effect at all as to how long your camera will repel the deep. What method do I use … I believe that you should “CLEAN O RINGS WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT”. As a professional teacher for many years and a full time diving instructor for many more years I’ve ended up teaching just about everything that I know, and a few things that I do not know, at one time or other. I have resisted, however, teaching courses in underwater photography. I’m quite happy to give the odd tip and some friendly advice eg. NEVER LEND YOUR CAMERA GEAR TO ANYONE IN ANY CIRCUMSTANCES (This is the Gods’ absolute favourite, the gear is certain to stuff up), but have never taught a full course in underwater photography. I have started a couple of courses, but no one could pass the first lesson. To be able to take underwater photographs YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO DIVE WITHOUT USING YOUR HANDS. So my first lesson consisted of a dive where the divers arms were strapped to his/her sides with a spare weight belt. I was quite happy to supervise but never had any takers. Even when your strobes are not full of water they have the habit of firing perfectly on the surface but failing when under water. I use a technique that I thought of after reading “Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance”. It’s got nothing to do with the book but that is when I thought of it so I call the technique “ZEN AND THE ART OF GETTING YOUR STROBE TO FIRE”. Basically the technique calls for intense concentration and split second timing. As you are composing the picture and all the elements of composition are combining to perfection you must totally focus the power of your mind on the strobe so that at the instant the shutter is released you send a massive pulse of energy to the strobe commanding it to FIRE! I have found this to be very successful although once I must have overdone it as the whole strobe exploded. Please do not think that just because you have descended to the bottom and fired off a couple of successful test shots that you can look forward to a whole roll of gold medal winning exposures. I well remember a dive with master photographer Carl Roessler, who had been having a few strobe problems on previous dives. Meeting him on the bottom he gave me a confident OK sign and pointed to his camera. About two minutes later a grey reef shark, anxious for a change in diet, came up to him and bit his strobe cord in half. THINGS ARE MOST LIKELY TO GO WRONG WHEN EVERYTHING IS WORKING PERFECTLY. EXPERIENCE DOES NOT HELP. On one cruise with ten members of an Underwater Photographic Society (that had a total of 112 years of experience taking underwater photographs) I witnessed the drowning of five cameras and four strobes. I also saw 36 frames shot with no film in the camera; a camera opened before rewinding the film; a diver take a camera down with one shot left to shoot fifty minutes of close shark action; a diver try to take photos with no battery pack in his strobe; a whole roll shot at 1/2000th of a second; a lost close-up lens; and a roll shot with the strobe turned off. Someone also left their land camera on the sun deck overnight … yes, you’re getting the idea, OF COURSE it rained. One very bad mistake I made was letting my favourite model buy an underwater camera. NEVER ALLOW YOUR MODEL TO TAKE UNDERWATER PICTURES. Since then she refuses to model for me as she is too busy taking her own pictures. This is how I got into fish photography. Since fish come in all sorts of shapes and sizes the question arises as to what lens should be on the camera for a particular dive. I get asked this question a lot. I wish someone would give me the answer. David Doubilet of National Geographic solves the problem by taking down eleven cameras, each with a different lens, on every dive. WHATEVER LENS YOU SELECT FOR A DIVE IT WILL BE UNSUITABLE FOR THE SUBJECTS THAT ARE FOUND. Understanding this will prevent a lot of disappointment and make those dives where, by mistake, a creature passes by that can be photographed with the lens that you have on, occasions of absolute joy. When asked by a fellow photographer as to what exposure I used for a particular image my response is usually “the right one”. Discussions as to f stops and shutter speeds are almost as boring as cleaning “O” rings. THE BEST WAY TO GET THE CORRECT EXPOSURE IS TO GUESS. Being lucky is a great help for a budding underwater photographer. If you are not so sure of your luck and your uncle owns Fuji, you could try another technique. I once overheard a diver ask Australian Kevin Deacon what exposure he used to produce one of his perfect prize winning shots. “ALL of them!”, was the reply. I’ve been taking underwater pictures for nearly 30 years, and have had success using Nikonos model two. I have eight of them, all but one bought second hand. This means that I always have one or two in good working order while the others are being repaired, I think this is the main reason for my success. I’ve used all sorts of strobes but my favourite manufacturers are selected not because their product works better but because they provide excellent repair service. A good rule of thumb is that you should have ONE COMPLETE SET OF CAMERA GEAR FOR EVERY THREE DAYS OF DIVING YOU INTEND TO DO. This gives one day to get it working, one day to shoot some pictures and one day for it to screw up. Underwater photography is a tough game to play, but if you are determined then GOOD LUCK TO YOU. I have to admit that some of my most exciting moments in the sea have been looking through the viewfinder at the incredible images that are forming. Capturing them on film is some thing else … in fact sometimes you can get so excited that it is impossible to control yourself and the camera, and you miss the shot. This is why I advise budding underwater photographers to PRACTICE BY TAKING EXCITING PHOTOS ABOVE WATER. The more exciting the better. Pick subjects that make you shake the same way you would if you turned round to see an fifteen foot great hammerhead five foot away and you know you have two seconds to get that perfect shot before the beast either swims away or bites you. Personally I use this argument to justify to my wife why it is necessary for me to take photos of other beautiful women in skimpy bikinis. Darling! … please put that strobe down … Ouch! I finally bought myself a very expensive professional land camera with a cast aluminium housing. It is a beautiful machine but I worry about it filling with water. Perhaps it is time to take up golf. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/fundamen...erwater-photography/]]></description></item><item><title>Diving is Adventure - A philosophy for divers.</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11134</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:24:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[(Dear Reader, “risk” and “danger” are not the same thing though they are often confused by authorities in the name of Safety. Really they just want to restrict your adventure. Many adventures are “Passive” – like taking a balloon ride where your safety depends on the integrity of the balloon and the skills of the pilot. This analysis concerns “Active” adventures where the adventurer actively participates in ensuring his/her own safety … now read on ..) By Bob Halstead Diving is not amusing nor frivolous. It cannot be conducted casually nor without thought and intelligence. People dive, not for “fun”, but for ADVENTURE. Pascal noted three hundred years ago that “ALL THE TROUBLES OF PEOPLE ARE CAUSED BY ONE SINGLE THING, WHICH IS THEIR INABILITY TO STAY QUIETLY IN A ROOM” He recognised that to seek adventure is a product of being human, but he also recognised that adventurers should anticipate “trouble”. I admit he used the word “men” instead of “people”. I changed it, not to be politically correct, but because diving is a physical activity where women are often superior to men. As we seek adventure the trouble that should concern us is the “risk” that the adventure entails. Risk increases as soon as you close the front door and head off to the dive site, then increases even more as you get into the water and descend. The risk associated with diving changes as various physical factors change, for example risk increases with depth, if there is a current, if the water is cold and murky and so on. But increased risk does NOT necessarily imply “danger” – a lack of “safety”. RISK IS THE POTENTIAL FOR INJURY TO OCCUR. Risk is calculated by considering the sum effect of the various hazards encountered when diving. The diver should not be included in the risk assessment, because, as you will see, it confuses the determination of “safety” from the individual diver’s point if view. For a particular dive at a particular time the risk is thus the SAME for any diver who attempts the dive. But the “danger” or “safety” depends on WHO is making the particular dive and how well prepared they are to overcome the risk. This is very easy to illustrate. If we imagine a dive in shallow, clear, calm, warm conditions devoid of marine life and any other hazards we would consider this a low risk dive and “safe” for any basically qualified diver. However the SAME dive would be deadly dangerous for any “diver” who did not understand the consequences of breath holding on ascent. I am going to clarify what is meant by “safety” and “danger” so you can understand what “Adventure” really is, but first I want to make it clear that adventure is NOT throwing yourself into a situation and seeing if you survive. That is recklessness, not adventure, and has no place in diving. There is also not much point in talking about safety AFTER the event (except to analyse mistakes). If you are about to participate in an adventure you need to be able to PREDICT that the adventure will be safe for you before embarking on it. That is the whole point of this analysis – we want to be able to say, individually, that the dive we are about to make is going to be “safe”. BEFORE ANY AND EVERY DIVE, A DIVER SHOULD BE ABLE TO SAY:- “THIS DIVE WILL BE SAFE FOR ME” THIS MEANS “IT IS UNLIKELY (BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE) THAT I WILL BE INJURED ON THIS DIVE”. A DIVE WHICH IS DANGEROUS FOR ME IS ONE WHERE “IT IS LIKELY (BUT NOT INEVITABLE) THAT I WILL BE INJURED”. The reason we cannot predict perfect safety is twofold. First unpredictable events do occur – some people staying “safely” in their quiet rooms have had an aircraft land on their heads. Secondly PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES. Mistakes are another part of being human and no amount of rules or regulation will change this. Now I can define adventure:- ADVENTURE IS THE ART OF SAFELY EXPERIENCING INCREASED RISK. Isn’t that beautiful? – We have admitted that risk is necessarily a part of adventure, although risk is not the purpose of it. The purpose may be to explore a reef or wreck, photograph marine life or a multitude of responsible activities. For you to be able to predict that “THIS DIVE WILL BE SAFE FOR ME” 1. CONSIDER THE HAZARDS AND CALCULATE THE RISK FOR THIS PARTICULAR DIVE. 2. ASSESS YOURSELF:- “DO I HAVE THE SKILLS, KNOWLEDGE AND EQUIPMENT NECESSARY TO OVERCOME THE RISK?” A SAFE DIVER :- IS ONE WHOSE SKILLS, KNOWLEDGE AND EQUIPMENT ARE SUFFICIENT TO OVERCOME THE RISK FOR THE DIVES ATTEMPTED. A DANGEROUS DIVER:- IS ONE WHOSE SKILLS, KNOWLEDGE AND EQUIPMENT ARE INSUFFICIENT TO OVERCOME THE RISK FOR THE DIVES ATTEMPTED. If you understand logic you can see that there is no such thing as a “Safe Dive” just “Safe Divers” – and of course no such thing as a “Dangerous Dive” just “Dangerous Divers”. You can also see how diving risk should “be managed” – we neutralise it with skills, knowledge and the right equipment. We do NOT remove the risk, nor lessen it – although this may be the best approach for commercial divers, or workers in a factory, but they are not seeking adventure! By the way, for sake of brevity I am including fitness and health considerations under “skills”. DIVING IS NOT DANGEROUS A DIVE MAY BE HIGH RISK A DIVE MAY BE LOW RISK THE DANGER DEPENDS ON WHO IS MAKING THE DIVE - DOES THE DIVER HAVE THE SKILLS, KNOWLEDGE AND EQUIPMENT NECESSARY TO OVERCOME THE RISK? IF THE DIVER DOES:- THE DIVE IS SAFE FOR THAT DIVER IF THE DIVER DOES NOT:- THE DIVE IS DANGEROUS FOR THAT DIVER This shows us how we can make divers safer. We need to concentrate our efforts on teaching divers to recognise hazards and to be able to assess the risk that the hazards present for the particular dives to be attempted. We also need to teach divers how to realistically assess their own ability to ensure that they recognise when they do have the necessary skills, knowledge and equipment – and when they do not, in which case the dive should not be attempted. Unfortunately when some people try to make divers safer they mistakenly try to reduce or eliminate the risk. This is not contributing at all to the cause of improving diver safety – it contributes to the cause of ELIMINATING THE ADVENTURE. Please allow me to make this clear. The mountaineering equivalent would be to instruct mountaineers to climb Mount Snowdon instead of Mount Everest. The motor racing equivalent would be to restrict speeds to 100 kph. The parachuting equivalent would be not to allow any jumps from higher than one metre …….. Have I made the point? YES all these instructions would REDUCE INJURIES but would they make the sports SAFER? The answer is NO because the sport no longer exists. Mountaineering is about climbing mountains not hills, motor racing is about going as fast as you can, and parachuting is about jumping from heights where if your parachute fails, you die. Divers should concentrate on making themselves as safe as possible. This does not mean that they only make low risk dives – it does mean that they only attempt dives for which they have the appropriate skills, knowledge and equipment. If we do not do this we may find restrictions placed on the dives we are allowed to attempt. HALSTEAD’S GOLDEN RULES OF DIVING:- 1. DIVING IS ADVENTURE. 2. WRITE YOUR WILL BEFORE YOU BECOME A DIVER. 3. NEVER DIVE DEEPER THAN YOUR IQ. (Imperial units – you may add half your age for every 1,000 dives made) 4. NEVER DIVE WITH PSYCHOPATHS. 5. AVOID THE WATER SURFACE WHENEVER POSSIBLE. 6. COME UP SLOW AND STOP IN SHALLOW WATER BEFORE SURFACING. 7. DO NOT RUN OUT OF BREATHING GAS, CARRY A COMPLETELY REDUNDANT UNIT. 8. REMEMBER MOST “SAFETY” DEVICES CAN CAUSE INJURY. (PARTICULARLY BC’S) SIMPLICITY IS OFTEN BEST. 9. DO NOT DIVE DANGEROUSLY. ASSESS THE HAZARDS, CALCULATE THE RISK, KNOW YOU HAVE THE HEALTH,SKILLS, KNOWLEDGE AND EQUIPMENT TO OVERCOME THE RISK. 10. KNOW YOURSELF, KNOW DIVING. THE MORE YOU KNOW, THE LONGER YOU LIVE 11. FREEDOM MEANS SOMETIMES CHOOSING NOT TO DIVE. 12. TAKE THE BLAME FOR WHATEVER HAPPENS TO YOU. 13. YOUR MOST IMPORTANT BUDDY IS THE ONE ON THE SURFACE LOOKING OUT FOR YOU, AND WHO CAN RESCUE YOU IF NEED BE. Hi Tek diver Richard Pyle showed me how my analysis can be used to differentiate between “Brave”, “Crazy” and “Stupid” divers – “Brave” divers realise that they do not have the skills, knowledge and equipment necessary to make a dive (and thus realise that the dive about to be attempted is going to be dangerous for them) but do it anyway for a noble cause eg. to rescue someone. “Crazy” divers realise the dive about to be attempted is going to be dangerous for them but make it anyway for selfish reasons eg. to dive to depths no one has reached before. “Stupid” divers do not realise that the dive about to be attempted is going to be dangerous for them. How do you rate yourself? Preferably none of the above, Safe Diver is the biggest compliment you can receive, and now you know that does not exclude making high risk dives. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/fundamen...diving-is-adventure/]]></description></item><item><title>Assume the Risk and Take the Blame</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11133</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:21:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[By Bob Halstead I am not fond of flying. As I strap myself in my seat my usually serene mental state is disturbed by niggling doubts:- will the wings fall off? did the pilot look drunk? why are the ground crew kicking the tires? Only by serious mental discipline can I overcome this paranoia and resign myself to my fate. Resisting the temptation to ask the hostess about the suspicious parcel just placed in the overhead locker above my head, I buckle up and shut up. At the back of my mind the black, but comforting, thought occurs to me that if the aircraft does end up in a million pieces on the side of a mountain – someone will have to pay. When I strap on scuba and prepare to dive, a different set of thoughts are set in motion. Am I feeling OK?, do I have the skills, knowledge and equipment necessary to overcome the risk of this dive to make it safe for me? If I am diving with someone else – the dreaded buddy – will he or she decrease or increase the risk of the dive? The Great Barrier Reef dive master has not provided me with any useful information about the dive site as she is too busy telling everyone not to go deeper than 18m, not to make a decompression dive, not to touch anything, not to surface without making a safety stop, not to get back on the boat with less than one quarter of a tank of air remaining, not to stay underwater for more than forty minutes and not to leave your buddy. The poor woman has to do this to comply with the “cover your ass” culture created by Queensland Government regulations, and you get the feeling that she would have liked to add “even better, do not to get out of bed this morning”. What I would have appreciated instead would have been some information that could have helped me determine the particular risk for this dive such as a map of the site with depths indicated, and possible currents and peculiar hazards described. Also useful would be popular dive plans, distinctive features for navigation and a description of interesting marine life. This would have assisted me in creating a dive plan that is safe FOR ME taking into account my particular experience and abilities. Only I can do that. But time is short on a rocking boat, and this information has been sacrificed for the “rules”. I am a paying guest looking for adventure – advice is welcome but rules and orders are not. If I had wanted those, I would have joined the Army. A scuba dive involves ACTIVE participation – an aircraft ride involves PASSIVE participation. For the aircraft ride if something goes wrong I feel I have a right to blame someone, but for the Scuba dive – if anything goes wrong IT IS MY FAULT. I do not have “rights”, I have “responsibilities”, and the recent “Responsible Diver” program promoted by dive magazines has been supporting this concept. I like diving more than flying because I HAVE CONTROL. I can even CHOOSE NOT TO DIVE if I do not like the look of the dive site, and if I do something wrong I blame MYSELF and apologise to the divemaster. This is one of the advantages of being grown up – that we take responsibility for our own actions. I am quite proud of the fact that I look after myself – I do not need anyone to tell me to change my underwear, and I do not need anyone to tell me how deep I should dive, how long I should stay down nor how much air should be in my tank when I arrive back on the boat. How RESPONSIBLE of the sport of diving that, from its earliest days, certification courses were created so that budding divers could learn in easy stages how to survive underwater. I have always been a great believer in NAUI’s marvellous creed “SAFETY THROUGH EDUCATION” – note this is Education not Regulation. No other sport has anything like the complex system of certification courses that diving has, nor requires certification before participation – HOW RESPONSIBLE WE ARE! Anyone can choose to climb Mount Everest, or ski down it – but to go diving you need a certification, and guess what, WE did this NOT any Government! But what does this certification MEAN if, after receiving it, we are still treated like irresponsible fools – surely it is meant to signify a level of competence, and bestows responsibility on the diver. The dive master can offer reminders, particularly to the inexperienced, fair enough, but their main function is to provide information that will assist the diver to plan the dive, and organise for rescues in case the diver makes a mistake. They are not there to take responsibility for the mistake! But the Queensland Government is not recognising the established and proven standards of the certification agencies, it is bringing in its own. This disturbing action introduces the possibility of influence by vested interests not necessarily concerned primarily with diver safety. Corruption loves bureaucracies. Notice too how appropriate our certification courses are for the activities they are intended for, and how this gets distorted once bureaucrats get involved. Evidently some still think that to take underwater photographs it is necessary to be trained as a construction diver planning a career in underwater welding, or at least to undergo the medical examination that a commercial diver requires. The one BIG difference they all ignore is that for Construction (Commercial) diving:- THE RISK IS DETERMINED BY THE JOB. Which is why I have the utmost respect for Construction divers who HAVE to dive in the most appalling conditions, BUT, with Recreational and much of Occupational diving;- THE RISK IS CHOSEN BY THE DIVER. I hope by now that anyone with a gram of sense can see that it is totally inappropriate to treat a diver like a passenger on an aircraft. Yet that is exactly what is happening – even to the extent of “your life jacket is under your seat” style briefings before every dive. As a passive paying passenger in an aircraft, if the airline screws up and I get injured then they have breached their duty of care, and they should pay for it. DIVING IS FUNDAMENTALLY DIFFERENT. I might be prepared to demand compensation if the boat sank on the way to the dive site – I’m still a passive passenger – and I prefer to dive with organisations I know have effective rescue capability, but once I am diving I am my own responsibility. It cannot be any other way since there is no practical way for the dive master to control me when I am underwater and NO PRACTICAL WAY for the dive master to KNOW MY REAL DIVING ABILITY. All she can do is inspect my diving certification – which should be enough. It is up to ME to know my ability and to apply it appropriately in planning the dive whether the dive master gives a detailed brief of the dive site or not – that information is useful, but not essential. Unfortunately our weak-brained bureaucrats cannot work this out. They think that if a diver gets bent it must be the fault of the dive master or boat owner or perhaps the instructor or the instructor’s training organisation or perhaps the equipment manufacturer or maybe stress from work or, and this is very sad, but do you realise the diver’s parents never actually had sex together. Wow ! That excuses everything. Let me make this clear, if a diver gets bent IT IS HIS OR HER FAULT! Not only should they suffer the pain and inconvenience and cost of the injury – they should be FINED! (well, not really, but you get the idea). The boat owner should be able to demand compensation! Do not think that this is so outrageous – dangerous drivers of cars are fined if they have an accident, why not dangerous divers? Let’s take this further. Ignorance of the law is no excuse, but (proclaimed) ignorance of the laws of diving apparently is – “The dive master never told me I could get bent”. Well I’m telling everyone now, to be a safe diver you need SKILLS (and good health), KNOWLEDGE, the RIGHT EQUIPMENT and GOOD LUCK. If you do not have them, and you get hurt then it is YOUR FAULT. Dangerous divers are those who attempt dives for which they do not have sufficient skills, knowledge nor the correct equipment. If they get away with it, well that is their good luck – if they do not, and get hurt, make them pay! A diving certification means NO EXCUSES. I am sure responsible (=safe) divers will cheer, and if a responsible diver gets hurt through some unpredictable event, or an admitted mistake, we can show the appropriate mercy. How many of you have had dives ruined by dangerous divers who dive beyond their ability, or who make no effort to keep themselves in touch with responsible diving? Unfortunately the numbers of dangerous divers will swell under Governments that reward incompetence by transferring blame to others, and so will civil suits against innocent operators. Ah! – for a perfect world – wouldn’t it be great if all Government bureaucrats were made to pay back the taxpayers for all their monumental blunders at public expense. Vote for me, folks, and it will happen. Justice for everyone is what I say – if they are victimising diving businesses then WE should be able to appoint psychopathic inspectors to give the Government offices a going over, and drag them to court – perhaps for endangering trees with their mountains of unnecessary forms, or for intellectual pollution with their inane rules, certainly for squandering precious public funds. The very dangerous thing about Governments encouraging the transfer of blame from the diver to a third party is that it removes the incentive for people to become skilled at what they do. They imagine that “the dive master will look after me.” IT ALSO ENCOURAGES CIVIL SUIT AGAINST THE DIVE MASTER OR OPERATOR BY LAZY, STUPID OR CORRUPT DIVERS AFTER A BIT OF EASY MONEY. Governments also say that safety can be improved by filling out forms. Well I do not log my sex life and I am not going to log my dives either, they are just as personal – and just as private. Do not be fooled – filling out forms has to do with prosecutions, not safety! It has been said that amateurs practice until they get it right – professionals practice until they cannot get it wrong. To be a safe diver the professional approach is required and this takes time and effort. But the government encourages the perception of PASSIVE participation in diving which is just not possible. They imply that if dive masters and operators are doing the job properly then nothing should happen to you – in the same way that if a pilot is flying the aircraft properly, and the airline is doing its job, then nothing should happen to the passengers. But divers can never be just “along for the ride”, they are ACTIVE participants. And things WILL inevitably go wrong from time to time, even with the most experienced and well trained diver, and that is because:- 1. People make mistakes – alas we are but human. 2. Unpredictable events occur. Safe diving, I have found, involves avoiding other divers underwater as much as possible so that you will not be troubled by their mistakes, and making yourself totally self-sufficient with redundant systems so that if even you make a mistake you can easily recover. I also like to know that there is someone competent looking out for me on the surface and able to rescue me if I do make a mistake. To avoid unpredictable effects of a negative kind I worship Neptune, the occasional sacrifice of an old Nikonos camera seems to do the trick just fine. Amazingly there are bureaucrats who imagine that “perfect” safety is achievable, and that they can achieve it by “Regulation”. These sad fools, glued to their sorry desks, do not realise that life is an adventure, and that there is no adventure without risk. Risk is not the reason for adventure – that newly discovered reef is – and adventure does not mean recklessness. Adventure is “the art of safely experiencing increased risk”, and a life without adventure is a poor one indeed. Have a life – assume the risk, and take the blame. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/fundamentals/131-2/]]></description></item><item><title>A Quiz on the Buddy System</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11132</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:19:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/21756_11132.jpg" width="200px" /></div>By Bob Halstead This is a little quiz to get divers to think about the Buddy System. Most instructor organizations are locked into the buddy system but my observation is that many would ditch the system if it were not for liability concerns, and that many experienced divers treat it with contempt. You should make up your own mind, and always dive in your own comfort zone. First, I am going to give my definition of the buddy system. I wrote it many years ago because I could not find a definition in the diving texts. I am proud to say it has been plagiarized and I am flattered to see it turn up all over the place. “The Buddy System consists of two trained divers with similar interests, and similar experience and ability, who share a dive. They continuously monitor each other throughout the entry, the dive and the exit, and remain within such distance that they could render immediate assistance to each other if required.” Note: The buddy system assumes that divers are in fact capable of recognizing problems and assisting each other. Now try the quiz:- 1. Two divers go to sea in a small boat to dive. Which is the safer way for them to conduct the dive, dive together, or one stay in the boat while the other dives solo, then switch? 2. How can a fish photographer have a buddy? 3. What instructions should a dive master give an odd couple (two divers remaining who have not brought their buddies with them) consisting of a very experienced diver, and a novice? (and should the experienced diver get a refund?) 4. A buddy pair loses contact underwater. What should each diver do? 5. You are diving from a boat with a buddy and he/she was elected to lead the dive. You feel your buddy is swimming too fast and you feel disorientated but you do not wish to spoil your buddy’s dive. Demonstrate the hand signals that you will use to communicate this to your buddy. 6. After making a total of ten dives each you and your buddy are awarded an advanced diving certification. Every dive you have made so far has been easy and problem free. You pay $100 each to make a deep wreck dive with some other divers. When you get to the site there is a current, the sea is choppy, you feel queezy, and the visibility is poor. You don’t feel like diving but you do not want to let your buddy down. What should you do? What will you do when your buddy turns round and says “isn’t this going to be great, I’ve always wanted to dive a wreck!”. 7. A husband and wife buddy pair have a domestic argument on the way to the dive site. Should they dive together? 8. An instructor is leading two students. Who is the instructor’s buddy? 9. A student mentions that he does not like to be alone in the dark. Will he be a successful diver? 10. Do you believe the buddy you are about to dive with could really help you in an emergency, or is the buddy going to increase the risk of the dive? No points to score here, but please consider the following:- 1. The important buddy is the one looking out for you on the surface, trained and equipped to pick you up if necessary. Laws of seamanship predict that an anchored boat left unattended will drift away. A third person whose job it is to just sit in the boat while you buddy dive is a great idea. The tough part here is finding someone dumb enough to do this who is also capable of handling the boat. This question should also be considered if you were diving with an operation where counting heads may be a problem. No doubt the Lonergans would have survived if they had taken it in turns rather than dived together. 2. Some endeavours require all your concentration. 3. An experienced diver buddied with a novice is instruction without using an instructor. 4. Both buddies should end the dive underwater by returning to the exit point. I have recently read a DAN message repeating the dangerous rubbish promoted for many years namely “Look around for one minute then, if the buddy does not appear, ascend to the surface”. I am surprised because I have a lot of respect for Dan and no doubt they have worked hard to improve diving safety over the years. I have to assume they just did not think about this one. If you are out there reading this DAN, let me hear from you! The last thing you want to do is go straight to the surface. You are now subject to waves and current and probably someone is going to have to rescue you, and your buddy if he/she has followed the same rule. Also you have just made a direct ascent to the surface, probably too fast and without a safety stop, or essential stop as far as I am concerned, and so risk decompression illness. The inference is that you will meet up with your buddy on the surface, get together again (if you can do it without exhausting yourselves or drowning), then descend (without a guide line?) and continue the dive. Unless the depth of the dive was trivial to start with, this is a really bad idea. Hello?!! If you are buddy diving and lose your buddy what you should do is look around for one minute, fine, but then complete the last part of your dive plan by returning to the safe exit point underwater, do your safety stop and then surface where you originally planned, preferably right at the boat. Chances are if you both follow this plan you will meet your buddy underwater at some stage anyway and there would be no problem continuing the dive. Only if there is a real emergency, and losing contact with your buddy is not a real emergency, should you make a direct ascent to the surface. 5. Meaningful communication underwater is difficult. 6. The most important safety decision is the personal decision when not to dive. 7. Finding a compatible buddy may be harder than finding a compatible mate. 8. Do instructors need buddies? 9. Is fear of the unknown, and being alone, the real reason the buddy system has survived? 10. This is the question you have to ask before every dive with a buddy. The wrong buddy can absolutely increase the risk of a dive. Several years ago I conducted a survey of experienced divers (all had more than 100 dives) and more of them had been put into a dangerous situation because of their buddy than had been rescued by their buddy. I sometimes get divers ask if they can buddy with me. I usually explain that I am a very poor buddy and need to concentrate on what I am doing underwater rather than pay attention to them, particularly if I am taking photographs. I am also concerned that since I have quite a few dives under my weight belt that if they did anything silly and got injured, someone could have the bright idea of suing me, and I do not want to take that risk. Whatever your view of the buddy system I am sure we can all agree that a dependant buddy is a disaster waiting to happen. Learn to be self-sufficient, then, if you choose to share a dive with another self-sufficient diver, it can be a joyful experience. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/fundamen...on-the-buddy-system/]]></description></item><item><title>The Noisy World</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11131</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:15:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/21756_11131.jpg" width="200px" /></div>By Bob Halstead America has a coral barrier reef off the Florida Keys. While this is no challenge to Australia’s Great Barrier Reef, it does have something Australia does not. For the past 25 years, hundreds of divers and snorkellers have come together for the annual Underwater Music Festival held at Looe Key Reef. Musician-divers mime on whimsical instruments created by a local artist, while a pre-selected radio playlist is streamed live from underwater speakers. Ocean-themed songs, such as the Beatles’ “Yellow Submarine” and “Octopus’s Garden,” are featured. Sound travels well through water, indeed faster, and is sensed through the bones of the skull rather than the ears. This produces, we are assured, a “particularly ethereal” impression. The Festival pokes fun at itself and attracts big name musicians such as “Paul McCarpney” and “Ringo Starfish.” Australia, however, has not entirely been left behind in the underwater music stakes. An end-of-the-millennium underwater concert in Sydney Harbour, Sonic Waters II, featured a sound system attached to the Shark Bay shark-netting moorings. Divers and snorkellers could listen in – and so could the marine life. A shark was reported to have turned up only to immediately become entangled in the nets. The Sosno and Thevenium are musical instruments specifically designed for playing underwater. Both rely on primary sound being produced by striking; the resulting clangs are amplified and modified electronically. I have not heard these instruments but I can imagine why a shark might turn suicidal. I confess. I am a diver, but have a not-so-secret life as a failed musician. Basically I failed to learn how to play the trumpet, trombone and euphonium, though I used to practice diligently – even when on board dive boats running dive cruises. My lack of talent was actually of some benefit if I had any reluctant divers. A promise of an imminent practice session was enough to get them in the water. More recently I have had better musical success on the saxophone. Music is intensely personal and I have no doubt that a few of my guests were annoyed not only by how poorly I played, but by what I was attempting to play – generally Classics or Jazz. Occasionally I had compliments. OK, rarely. Once (only) I greeted guests aboard Telita with a Mozart CD playing softly in the background. But my first guest aboard gruffly snarled “I did not come here to listen to music!” Pop music usually bores me to tears, it is trite, repetitive, and mostly lacks any musical subtlety. I had to undergo some (successful) radiotherapy a while back. In the treatment room it was standard practice to have a poor quality radio/CD player churning out pop music. I asked for it to be turned off but the staff knew better – they insisted it would help me relax. I told then in no uncertain terms that the “music” was making me angry and destroying my will to live. They turned it off. I could have brought along my own discs and was tempted to bring some that would have no doubt driven the staff nuts, but that was a fleeting unkind thought. I preferred silence, and while undergoing treatment was able to mentally harmonise the gritty buzz of the radiating linear accelerator with images of cancer cells exploding. It worked, and I departed each session content and optimistic. Cousteau called underwater “The Silent World” but actually it is not. Night dives are particularly cacophonous with carnivores crunching and crustaceans crackling. Waves can be heard thundering on reefs, and a rainsquall can drum a sudden Stacatto. Fish grunt and thump, and cetaceans are famous for their various whistles and moans. The Humpback Whale song is unforgettably heart-rending. Adding to these natural sounds my own imagined music accompanies me on my dives. I hear J.S. Bach as schools of fish surge and swoop, Stravinsky ballets as barracuda swirl, and John Williams, inexorably, as sharks menace with their jaws. It is all rather fantastic, but I try to make my dives as perfect as Heifitz playing the Korngold concerto. I can make my dives Pianissimo or Forte, Adagio or Presto. The harmonies of the sea resonate with my diving. Weightless, gliding and soaring, I am as rapturous as when transported by glorious music in a concert hall. Working with a model can be as satisfying as the fusion of a string quartet. Four become one when the communication between model, sea creature, the ocean environment and photographer moves to the perfect moment of resolution, when I press the camera shutter. Then a speedboat roars overhead and reality returns. Dissonant bubbles rend my ears, and divers seek attention by clanging their tanks. Loud pop music on deck is already the curse of otherwise perfectly habitable dive boats; I do not want this “service” extended underwater. Diving for me is an escape from the pandemonium of modern life above water. But it is happening. Speakers can be embedded in the hulls of dive boats. There is a diver recall device that, and I quote: “recalls divers with the push of a button plays music to entertain divers and snorkelers helps break the silence of long decompression stops is a P.A. system that allows boat captains or instructors to give instruction to students or customers” Individuals can now dive with their SwimMan Apple iPod Shuffle, or use an iDive 300 Deep Dive waterproof case that enables them to “Dive with more than just the bubbles from your regulator providing the soundtrack” and not disturb anyone else. Dive boat crew please note – keep the music OFF. Your young and uneducated ears might cope, but older folk such as myself not only dislike the noise, we have difficulty in having conversations above it. The inevitable racket from the generators and engines just makes it worse. And please, please, spare the underwater world from muzak, the broadcasted din of humanity, and the inane babble of rap. Be silent! Leave us to Nature’s water music, and the imagined symphonies in our heads. February 2011 http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/deep-tho...hts/the-noisy-world/]]></description></item><item><title>The Magic Touch</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11130</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:13:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Health &amp; Safety</category><description><![CDATA[<div><img src="http://www.divebuddy.com/members/photos/21756_11130.jpg" width="200px" /></div>By Bob Halstead I am going to start this story where it hurts. On a deep dive to search for a rare fish, I spotted an unusual sea star. I picked it up and carried it to shallow water so that I could leisurely take photographs while decompressing. It had no spines, but I soon realised that it was stinging me. The stinging cells were able to penetrate the tough skin on my hands. I have never been able to get the sea star identified, but that sting hurt, and the pain lasted nearly a week. There is no controversy about touching marine creatures that possess sharp spines. We all agree; you definitely should not do it. Sea urchins and the Crown of Thorns Sea Star can inflict nasty wounds. The risk from other creatures is not so obvious. Once (and only once!) I picked up a giant nudibranch on a night dive and, feeling nothing, brought it back to the boat in my hands, to show my fellow divers. After transferring the nudibranch to a bucket of seawater, I foolishly lifted my mask and wiped my face. Ouch! It stung like fire! Some nudibranchs eat hydroids, and can transfer the stinging cells to their surface. I had wiped the cells onto my hands, and then my tender face. I was not expecting to be stung by the sea star and the nudibranch, in fact I had never heard of a stinging sea star other than the obviously evil Crown of Thorns. But fire corals, hydroids and corallimorpharians have also stung me. Thus I discovered that divers just have to learn what creatures may be touched, and which are dangerous. I mostly learned the hard way. Reading this may save you a lot of pain! Beginning divers were, and maybe still are, told not to touch anything. To enforce this, divers may be forbidden to wear gloves. But what started as sensible caution rapidly turned into paranoia. Fear of marine animals became rife. To counter this a wonderful lady, Dee Scar, started to run “Touch the Sea” classes for divers at Bonaire in the Caribbean. She also wrote two charming books Touch the Sea (1987) and The Gentle Sea (1990). She taught many divers that gentle interactions with marine critters could be safe and include touching. Dee, whom I was fortunate to meet and dive with, inspired many with a love of all marine life. She replaced fear with respect. Around the same time Australian diving legend and marine life lecturer, Reg Lipson, started his own “Feel the Sea” programs. All this encouraged me to start my own “Eat the Sea” and “Poke the Sea” dive adventures. Not really, they were jokes, but had some truth to them. I do love eating seafood, but I hope I do so responsibly from sustainable fisheries. I never eat shark fin soup for example, and prefer pelagic fish to reef fish just in case I inadvertently eat one of my friends. We all “Poke the Sea” when we dive and by that I mean that we inevitably change what we go to see underwater by the act of diving. The art of diving well includes minimising this underwater “finprint”. We should try to be in harmony and not blundering invaders. We should not damage corals through bad buoyancy control; we should not keep pursuing or poking critters that do not like it. If you try to touch fishes some will dart away and hide, or swim off. Others do appear to like, or at least accept, interactions with divers. Empathy, and Dee Scar’s gentle approach, is the key. At the same time we should not be precious about it. For a while an ignorant extremist promoted “Touch Me And I Die” referring to coral. This is rubbish. Touching a coral will not kill it. Parrotfish eat corals by biting huge chunks out of them, but corals are resilient and re-grow quickly. In Port Moresby we had made friends with a large moray eel. We even had a name for it, “Nessie”, and I admit it did look like a monster. When we dived, it got so excited it would swim from its lair in an old ship I had sunk, meet us on the way down, and allow itself to be cuddled. My wife Dinah was its favourite, but it would allow any diver to handle it, and it never bit anyone. Eel skin, by the way, is silky smooth underwater, and not at all slimy. Unfortunately another group of divers visited the site and were alarmed when Nessie swam out to greet them. One grabbed his dive knife and slashed Nessie across the head. The wound healed eventually and Nessie became friends with us again. The diver told bold stories of his attack by a moray, what ignorance! In the Eastern Pacific, manta rays are known to approach divers and offer themselves for a ride. They actually seem to enjoy themselves – but I have never experienced that with mantas in PNG. If you stay still they will approach within millimeters – but if you try to touch, then they will take off. At the famous Cod Hole on the Great Barrier Reef, Potato Cod will allow a very close approach, but slide away if touched. In the bad old days, divers would sometimes grab a sleeping turtle and go for a forced ride. The gentle approach is much better, and turtles that have been treated well become fascinated by divers and approach them. I recently visited the resident Green Turtle at Lighthouse Bommie on the Great Barrier Reef. She was quite happy to have my model Leigh Paine swim right next to her, and even came back for more, though it seemed to me that the turtle was actually interested in Leigh’s long blond hair, perhaps confusing it with the delicious tentacles of a sea jelly. On another dive at this great site the climax was an encounter with an Olive Sea Snake. Using a gentle caress, without gripping the snake, Leigh was able to guide the snake and I was able to get some spectacular photos. These snakes are highly venomous, but are more curious than aggressive, and I have never heard of one biting a diver. But there is always a first time, so I do not recommend you try touching them. They have certainly bitten fishermen who have tangled them in nets and treated them roughly. The fishermen should have tried a little tenderness. I should also remind you not to suddenly touch your dive buddy. You might think it fun to watch him/her jump, but, armed with a dive knife, a dive buddy is incredibly dangerous. February 2009 http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/deep-tho...hts/the-magic-touch/]]></description></item><item><title>The Job is Yours!</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11129</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:11:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[By Bob Halstead Over the years, while operating our live-aboard dive boat, we had to face the challenge of recruiting good staff. I have come to realise that, as a veteran in the dive business, there is a service that I can now provide to both job seekers and boat operators: I can write testimonials for up and coming divers that the operator can trust. We had plenty of applicants for jobs on our boat – but often the applicants’ claims were exaggerated or irrelevant. Only a few could I really respect – such as the young lady who sent in a job application together with a photo of herself naked and “I’m sure you can find me useful, xx” scribbled on the back. I thought this kind of openness deserved a big “The Job is Yours”. However, unfortunately, Dinah vetoed it. One character, just out of his Openwater scuba course, advertised himself as a Black Belt Judo expert, another, a mad-keen underwater photographer, thought I should employ him so that he could expand his own photo library. In either case I am still not sure what the benefits were supposed to be for us as employers. What we needed were divers with additional experience in repairing compressors, “cooking” the books, and mouth to heart resuscitation, oh, and did I mention repairing compressors? These days I find that divers that have dived with me once or twice are requesting testimonials from me to go with their applications for high-flying posts in the dive industry. This is what gave me the idea. I am getting quite enthusiastic at the prospect. I can write new-age testimonials, and charge heaps, and will also gain respect from boat owners for my insightful character assassinations. Anyone out there need a diving job? – Just drop me a line and a large sum of money and I will forward one of my customised masterpieces for you to submit to your prospective employer. The job will be yours! Maybe. To the Dive Boat Operator, Reference for Norma-Lee Tudeep Dear Sir or Madam, This is a special note to congratulate you on considering Norma for the position of Cruise Director with your company. Not many people would have done the same – after all, as I am sure you realise, lunatics are notoriously unreliable and an alcoholic lunatic particularly so. You are truly a wonderful person to give her this “fifth chance”. She has been quite depressed since her release from jail. Fortunately, on the one dive trip we spent together, I recognised the fit of maniacal laughter as a “cry for help” and was able to get the knife off her before she castrated the engineer. She is actually a warm, loving, kind of psychopath, with a great sense of humour. I remember laughing myself silly when she tied the “there’s one on every cruise” guest on the shark bait line along with the tuna at the back of the boat. Wow! Did he swim when the sharks came in! Ha! Ha! Seriously, some of the stories about her have been exaggerated and as long as you keep all the doors and cupboards securely locked nothing should go missing. She does not take drugs, but does deal occasionally, nothing serious, just enough to cover her gambling debts. Keep an eye open for small boats coming alongside and your nose finely tuned to the smell of siphoned diesel particularly if she has been wandering around with a length of wide bore plastic tubing. Anyway, I know for a fact that the last time this happened Norma’s aunty was very sick and needed the drum of fuel to get to the hospital. I suppose I should tell you about her “sleep walking” especially when she ends up in someone else’s cabin. Still, I never heard any complaints, and did hear jokes from the guests as they searched for their “lost” spouses. She is a very good-looking young lady and only really interested in men and, er, women. Norma has a real friendly personality and likes to chat up all the guests and find out how much money they earn and whether they live in a big house with a spare bedroom she can stay in. She is also a great entertainer and a particular hit on party night when she performs a spectacular pole dance. Needless to say, Norma is a superb diver. All right, she does have a slight buoyancy problem – on the bright side it is easy to see where she has been from the trail of broken coral and clouds of silt. Uniquely she is the only diver I have ever met who is allergic to salt water, and if you could only get Norma to slow down her ascents, she would not get bent nearly so often. She loves spending several hours every day crashing round the reef, keeping out of the guests’ way, and collecting live shells and corals for export. I do hope you are able to negotiate her continued participation in this worthy cause. How else can the world find out how beautiful coral reefs are? Pictures are fine –but there is nothing like the real thing. She also likes spearfishing and it was a real shame the time she accidentally speared the American tourist but, you know, the water was dirty and he did look a bit like a giant grouper. So there it is! I’m sure you will get along just fine – especially as she has promised to give up eating kittens and puppies!! Just joking! She eats goldfish, just like everyone else. Sincerely, Bob Halstead July 2008 http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/deep-tho...ts/the-job-is-yours/]]></description></item><item><title>The Dori Awards</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11128</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:10:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[By Bob Halstead Dori is a lovely, bubbly lady, an enthusiast at everything she does. She is part of a terrific group of divers brought, by Kevin Deacon of Dive 2000 Sydney, to dive with us in PNG. Dori is about to enter the water for another wonderful dive – the only kind of dive she ever has. She lines up behind her buddy who makes a perfect entry off the high platform into the water more than one metre below. Her friends, still gearing up, wish her whale sharks and manta rays. She steps to the edge, teeters on the point of no return, starts to move forward, and brings her hand smartly to her face to hold her mask. And pokes herself in the eye. In the excitement she forgot her mask, and, as fate would have it, thereby became the first recipient of the Dori Awards for Outstanding Water Entries. I must admit to having made a few Dories myself. Once, fully geared, I surfed down a slippery ladder, launching myself into the water in the manner of the latest cruise ship. Sometimes it is my wrist computer I leave behind and I have to sneak back to the ladder and whisper to my trusty crew “Computer” – they know what to do and soon I am on my way to the bottom fully equipped and nobody else the wiser. A few times it has been my weight belt I have left behind and it is harder to get away with this. Especially if you have a group of student divers and if your buddy, in this case my wife Dinah, is still on deck, “Oh look everybody! Look which instructor has forgotten his weight belt! Ha Ha!”. Yes, very funny – as my buddy you were supposed to check that I had all my gear on and now you are laughing at me. But this time the gods were kind to me because Dinah, so pleased at catching me out, proceeded to enter without HER weight belt. Justice was administered. “Look what other instructor has forgotten her weight belt!” I cried. Later we were able to pretend it was all a deliberate lesson to teach our students correct buddy check procedures. For some the shame of forgetting the weight belt is so great they attempt to continue the dive without it. A good clue to this is if you see them lugging a rock around with them for the whole dive …. One superb Dori involved a couple. The lady had removed her high-pressure hose and gauge because it was bubbling, and plugged the hole. She got in the water and her partner followed, discovering immediately that he had no air. But instead of surfacing, he took off after her, grabbed her octopus and put that in his mouth. She was a bit upset by this so gave the octopus hose a yank at which the mouthpiece pulled off and he was left with the rubber mouthpiece in his mouth, but no regulator attached to it. So he spat out the mouthpiece, grabbed the bare octopus and put that in his mouth. She noticed her octopus mouthpiece sinking to the bottom so took off after it dragging him with her. He thought he should check how much air she had in her tank since they were now both sharing it – but could not find her pressure gauge …. They made a short dive together and, at least, had enough sense to ascend as it got harder to breathe. I have also seen divers entering without regulators attached to their tanks, and with their tanks still turned off, or tanks slipping from their backpacks before, or after, the diver hits the water. Divers “doing a Dori” by falling in, or forgetting their fins, is common. Once, while leading a group of tourists I had one signal me that he had a diving emergency and had to ascend immediately. It turned out he had forgotten his gloves. Here is the best Dori ever. I had been encouraging the divers to get in the water quickly and had a straggler. He decided to take a short cut by going over the side of our boat instead of proceeding to the dive ladder at the stern. He stepped up on the gunwale, stooping to avoid the deck head above. At this point the boat rolled and his finned feet slipped out from under him. He rotated backwards catching his regulator yoke on the gunwale, bending it and immediately breaking the high-pressure seal. His console had hooked over the wheelhouse door handle so that as he fell into the sea the console was ripped off the high-pressure hose, and the wheelhouse door was ripped off its hinges. When he hit the water, the noise and spray was, shall we say, impressive. We never did replace that door. It is too sad to retell all the cases of divers rushing their entries only to find they have not sealed their camera housings properly and their camera is now a paper weight. “Just be happy it is the camera full of water, and not yourself.” I say, looking on the bright side. They still cry. Much better, slow down! Take particular care on the first dive of a trip, and double check all your gear, then check your buddy, then make a perfect, controlled entry to the water, before returning for your weight belt. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/deep-tho...hts/the-dori-awards/]]></description></item><item><title>Teaching Diving</title><author>BobHalstead</author><link>http://www.divebuddy.com/blog.aspx?BlogID=11127</link><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:09:00 CDT</pubDate><category>Educational</category><description><![CDATA[By Bob Halstead Qualifying as a NAUI diving instructor in the Bahamas in 1970 was a revelation. My previous life was quite ordinary, but the course inspired me to adventure and self-fulfilment. I can now look back on many marvellous moments diving, and many dealing with the strange and wonderful people that, one way or other, I have taught to dive. My favourite students have always been those that, like myself, are totally fascinated by the sea and its creatures. The motivation is so strong that even if they are not the world’s greatest swimmers or the most coordinated athletes, they will still learn to dive. One such student had a motor-coordination problem and although very intelligent would have to stop and think if I told her to hold out her right hand. “Well done! – now try the other right hand …”. She had every possible problem described during my instructor course, and then many that were not. I learned from her just as much as she learned from me. We started with private lessons. She could swim but could not jump into the pool. She could hold her breath, but could not put her face underwater and open her eyes. She could kick fins but moved backwards as often as forwards. Eventually she completed a course but I could not award her certification. She went to another instructor and completed a course, but he also could not qualify her. She went to Australia and did another course and still was not certified. She came back to me and we had more private lessons and she did another course. She had made over fifty dives by this time … and eventually I could not find any reason not to certify her. Sheer determination fuelled by that overwhelming desire to be underwater had seen her through. She continued with other courses, became an assistant instructor and would give good advice to students. She understood their problems; she had had them all. At the other end of the spectrum meet Lillian. Lillian is a water baby and the first time I met Lillian she was in her late fifties. She was wearing a skimpy bikini which her slim figure complimented gracefully, had a large unsheathed diver’s knife stuck down the side of her bikini bottom, and was holding a spear gun. She was free diving to 15m to collect some lobsters for supper. Strangely, although she was a complete natural in the water, she had never learned to scuba dive. I found out why. Her husband, Ron, had built a large catamaran that was used for weekend charters and they often took divers out on their boat. Lillian expressed an interest in learning and one of the divers who claimed to be an instructor offered to teach her. Ron was not too sure about this. He was dubious about the casual and to his mind unsafe attitudes of some of these guys, and was not too happy about trusting his wife’s life to their care. Ron was a powerhouse of a man. During the war he was a personal bodyguard to General Blamey and he had mastered the art of physical intimidation. Although I have never seen him lay a hand on anyone, when he looked me in the eye and told me that his hands had killed men, presenting huge knarred mitts that matched his battle scarred face, I believed him. Like most powerful men he can usually get what he wants without resorting to force. A date was arranged for the instructor to teach Lillian to scuba dive. Ron provided his boat, anchored on the site and Lillian got into the borrowed gear. They were about to get into the water, but, unable to restrain himself, Ron called the instructor aside for a last minute instruction. “I just want to make something very clear to you” he said, his face a mask of barely controlled apocalypse. “If she does not come back exactly as she is now, you had better not come back at all.” The instructor of course was too terrified to try anything, and Lillian experienced the most minimal of dives. But Ron and Lillian became my close friends, and I was flattered one day to be asked if I would teach Lillian to scuba dive. She had made friends with a lady who lived on a yacht and they would like to learn together. The lady’s husband was a keen diver. He would come with us on my boat. Ron would not come, and he would not give me any last minute instructions. He did not need to – I remembered the story. So, after some successful pool work and theory, I took the two ladies for their first dive. It was beautiful, the water was clear and Lillian found creature after creature to show her friend. I led them back to the boat and we surfaced at the stern platform. The husband looked down the ladder at us and Lillian’s friend looked up at him … and burst into uncontrollable tears. I did not know what was wrong, but the husband glared at me angrily and I realised that I might have difficulty getting back on my boat. He was not quite as big or strong as Ron but it seemed he might easily apply Ron’s methods. I stayed in the water while the lady continued to bawl. Lillian tried to comfort her and finally she got herself together and spoke. “Oh!, Joe!, it was SO WONDERFUL, and YOU WEREN’T THERE!” Lillian became a regular diver and was a joy to have aboard. She was always enthusiastic and I never had to worry about her in the water. She often came alone and I would buddy her up with another diver on the boat. Once it was necessary to buddy Lillian with a young man and I was immediately taken aside and abused for making him “look after the old lady”. I did not respond since I knew full well what would happen. Half an hour or so later they arrived back at the platform and I could hear Lillian talking to her buddy who was nearly out of air. “Are you all right dear? Oh good, because I still have half a tank left and I’m just going to go down under the boat to finish it up.” She always liked to breath her tank “to the last puff” as she called it. About an hour later Lillian would finally surface looking very pleased with herself and telling her buddy about all the things she had seen after she had brought him back to the boat. “It is a pity you ran out of air so fast” she would say. Men, particularly if they are super fit and well muscled, generally do not make as good divers as women. They try to overcome the resistance of water with strength, and have the wrong attitude of “braving the oceans” instead of trying to be in harmony. I took particular care with male students to get them to slow down, learn skills and be cunning – otherwise they could never keep down with the women. When I am not diving by myself I prefer to dive with women. They do not rush around all over the place, they see more critters, and always have heaps of air in their tanks even when you give them a tiny tank and you have the biggest on board. People learn to dive for all sorts of reasons, not just to see the wonderful marine life. The worst reason is usually that a spouse dives and wants their partner to dive even though that is the last thing the partner wants to do. Sometimes the only way they figure they can get out of it is to deliberately fail the course, and, before I learned to recognise the symptoms, this would give me all sorts of problems. One class of students contained a particularly voluptuous and attractive young lady … and most of the men who worked in the same office. She had decided to learn to dive and that was enough for them. They trailed behind her in the pool and ocean oblivious to their surroundings. These guys were not interested in fish or coral, there was only one thing they were interested in seeing underwater, that magnificent body. And they did. And so did I, it’s one of the perks of being an underwater instructor. Hell, I can always see fish. Mind you, not all the sights are so splendid. Strange things happen to bodies and swimming costumes when no longer under the constraints of gravity and that includes men as well as women. Various organs or parts thereof occasionally float or pop into view and some you definitely do not want to see. Well I don’t anyway. Some of these things I do not care to mention, but a couple I can. A diver was struggling to learn to clear his mask in the shallow end of the pool and I was standing close to see if I could help. All I could see was a mass of bubbles as he held his hand over his mask and repeatedly blew, yanking his head back and forth as he did so. Finally the bubbles blew from the mask instead of his regulator, his head came up, his hand came away, and I found myself staring through a clear mask at a face which had been perfect one minute before, but which now contained one normal eye and another which had turned completely white. No pupil, just a blank white space. It was quite a shock. I had not known that he had a false eye and this had somehow rotated during the exertions of mask clearing. A more pleasant occasion came about when a fellow asked me to teach his wife to dive. He was an avid diver and had just bought a yacht and was intending to sail off into the sunset. His wife wanted to learn to dive, he said, but was very shy and did not like the idea of being in a class with a lot of other people. It would make her nervous and self-conscious. Could I give her private lessons? A meeting was arranged at a hotel pool one week day morning when there was not much chance of other swimmers in the pool. At exactly the appointed hour a very pretty, petite blonde turned up for her lessons and shyly introduced herself, head down and barely audible. After a few moments explaining the basics it was time to get in the water and I asked her to get ready. She removed her skirt to reveal a bikini bottom and removed her T shirt to reveal two beautiful breasts. This might not seem particularly daring where you come from but for a European at a hotel pool in Port Moresby it is about as common as streaking in Saudi Arabia. Needless to say I did not bat an eyelid and, since this was in the days of horse collar buoyancy vests, instantly made the decision that use of a buoyancy vest would not be necessary for the first lesson. A nervous start was made (by the student) but after a few minutes she realised that she really could breathe underwater and that she was actually enjoying herself. We both were. She was looking much more confident and I called her to the shallow end for the next lesson. As she stood up she looked down, and, for the first time realised that she had forgotten to put on her bikini top. What I took for ironic cool was something else entirely, and she started to scream. Of course a couple of good yells brought faces to the overlooking balconies to see what the commotion was about … only to see me with a half dressed lady in the pool. Fortunately she stopped screaming, and no one rushed to save her honour. Teaching diving is certainly not without risk. After a couple of lectures and just one pool session we would take our students for a first dive in the ocean. This was not the way it used to be done. My very first dive course after instructor certification taught me a valuable lesson. I taught all the theory lessons and tests, and all the pool sessions before the climax of the course – the Open Water certification dive. I led my group to the water where we kitted up for a calm beach entry into clear Bahamian water which sloped away quite rapidly to a lovely reef in 10 m or so depth. We entered, cleared ears and descended. Everything looked just perfect – but three of my students turned back. I watched them exit safely, then carried on with the rest. There was no sign of them when I returned, just a pile of scuba gear. I eventually found out from one of them that they really enjoyed the course – but hated the dive! So we redesigned our courses to get people in the water as soon as possible and made sure we were teaching them real diving. Most students are understandably apprehensive on their first dive. The technique Dinah and I developed from our dive boat Solatai was that she and I would enter the water and then students would get a personal escort to the bottom where they would sit on the sand at 5m, with assistants to look after them, until the whole group was assembled. My next student was ready and made her way down the stern ladder and into the water facing me and holding on to both of my arms. I stared at her and waited for her grip to relax (I often ended up with bruised arms), then I released air from her buoyancy compensator, reminded her to clear her ears, and steered her on a slow, feet first, descent. Down we went, I was still staring at her and she was staring back, eye to eye. We were just above the sand when all hell broke loose. She ripped my mask off, caught my regulator hose in her flailing arms, and kicked at me with her knees. This is how I drown, I thought. I felt for her inflator, pumped some air in her vest, pushed her away and saved myself. She arrived at the surface a moment later. “What happened? You were going really well” I asked. “Well I was looking at you, and looking at you, and suddenly you reminded me of my …….DENTIST”. “Does Dinah look like your dentist?” I inquired. “No”. So she switched to Dinah, and that solved the problem. One day an elderly lady rang me up and begged me to take her scuba diving. It had been a dream of hers for many years but she knew she could never complete a full diving course, she just wanted me to take her to a safe shallow reef in the easiest conditions and hold her hand on literally the one dive of a lifetime. She would charter the boat and it would just be the two of us. I agreed but insisted on a session in the swimming pool first. When I turned up I could see why she did not want to do a full course, she was obviously extremely frail – though she claimed to be in good health and happy in the water. She was a lovely soul. I determined that I would be super-cautious and take no chances. She learned quickly but after five minutes came to the side of the pool and hung on. “Just resting for a moment, dear”, she told me. The big day arrived, and it was perfect. We motored out to the reef over glassy seas and anchored in a shallow spot with particularly lovely corals next to a sandy slope. I would not have to take her deeper than 15 feet. Down we went, but sure enough after just a few minutes she signalled to come up where she hung on the back of the boat “for a little rest, dear”. Down we went again, I got her onto the sand and as I turned her to face the reef a huge dark shape began to emerge along the slope. It was a magnificent great hammerhead shark swimming straight for us. We had not talked about sharks and indeed I had not expected to encounter one – especially one this big. I put my right arm around her tank and shoulder, stuck my left hand out and pointed in the general direction of the reef. As she peered along my arm to see what I was pointing at I slowly swivelled round keeping the shark behind us and watching it over my shoulder as it swam past. “What were you pointing at?” she asked later. “Didn’t you see that lovely angel fish?” I replied. She was overjoyed at her successful day, and I never told her about the shark, but it has bothered me ever since. I had been cautious and she had been safe – but I had deprived her of an extraordinary experience, even if the excitement or shock may have killed her. Another shark encounter at exactly the same dive site was almost a disaster. Dinah and I were side by side with two students each practicing dive skills. We would demonstrate the skill then they would repeat it. Dinah and I removed our masks, replaced them and cleared them of water. The students removed their masks, replaced them and tried to clear them. Three were immediately successful, but as their heads came up to drain the last of the water their eyes became enormous as they stared at something above our heads. We looked up and there was a beautiful Whale shark on top of us slowly swimming to the students. Unfortunately the fourth student just did not get the hang of mask clearing and was blowing air out his mouth instead of his nose. So his mask remained full of water while the shark swam by, and he did not see anything. Eventually, too late, he cleared the mask completely oblivious of the shark. We were excited and of course could not stop talking about the shark when we were back on board Solatai. A Whale shark on their first dive! The fourth diver was not so happy and it took all my persuasive powers to keep him in the course. Diving instruction obviously has a lot to do with diving but, perhaps not so obviously, has even more to do with people. People who have fears and physical problems, people who may want to learn to dive for all the wrong reasons, and people who simply glow with pleasure after they realise their dreams have come true. http://www.halsteaddiving.com/adult-section-stories/deep-tho...hts/teaching-diving/]]></description></item></channel></rss>