The bay today is looking a little on the choppy side, but hey, makes no difference when you are under the water! I’m teaching day 3 of an Open Water course today and we have worked really hard to leave ourselves an easy day today. My guest is a student on the first step of a gap year, Egypt being her first step. She intends to travel around the world, and if she gets on with diving, she hopes to become a Divemaster and earn some money as she works her way around the globe. Oh to be young, free and single again! She is getting on great so far, so I think this plan may work.
After finishing off the last of the theory, we only have 2 confined sessions to do and then we are done for the day (another early finish I hear you groan!) One of the confined sessions involves equipment removal and replacement on the surface, which some people can find a little tricky at the best of times, so add the ‘realistic’ weather conditions, and we could have some fun. Having said that, I have found that some guests who complete all this in a swimming pool can have a surprise when they have to repeat the skill in the sea for the first time and have to deal with ‘moving water’. This girl is game, so into the water we head.
Getting fins on proves a bit of a challenge as even I start being blown across the bay, in fact I might go so far as to say my student appears to be more stable than me (and no, I wasn’t out late last night). As we swim out on the surface and descend, all goes calm. The visibility is great, and we even have time for a little buoyancy practice as we complete a loop around the shallow reef. Once we sit down to do the skills, with surprisingly little water movement, she makes it look easy, and before I know it, the kit is off, on and secured correctly. So, let’s repeat that on the surface….
I raise my hand and start to descend, and as it breaks the surface, I realise that it seems quite warm out there. As the rest of me follows, it appears the wind has disappeared in the 20 minutes we’ve been under the water. It’s now like a mill pond, with not a ripple in sight. The evil instructor in me was hoping that this skill would actually test my so far perfect student, but the nice instructor is getting a little chilly and would like to get out of the water reasonably soon! With a small hint of a wobble (well, who doesn’t?) the skill is done and we are back in the centre, de-briefed and ready for tomorrow.
When I get an invite for lunch from my student, it seems rude to refuse. Why shouldn’t a diving instructor also be a lady who lunches?