Rain
Rain - cancelled lesson?
If we do go diving now
We will all get wet
I waited at the nominated bus-stop.
The bus arrived as usual, only this time there was another passenger already in
the front seat. Noor was from Malaysia, and had completed his dive-masters. Although
he could easily have done so, he had no desire to take up diving professionally;
a facet about divers that seemed quite common. He was purely interested in
pushing the boundaries of his limitations with both feet planted firmly in
mid-air. It seemed to me the limitations that he was testing were physical. I’m
not sure whether he intended to reveal as much but his motives began to emerge
from our conversation. Tragically his partner was afflicted by what seemed to
be a terminal illness. They had both agreed that living to work was not the way
forward. Working to live was a better approach. So they had put work on the
back-burner and gone after what really mattered.
We reached the dive school and
parted company as he was off diving at Nusa Penida and I donned my L-Plates.
To kick-start the white matter,
it was coffee and class room to watch the fourth and fifth videos which corresponded
to the fourth and fifth chapters in the course manual. These to me, were by far
the most important sections in the whole course, mainly because it was all
about Dive Planning; specifically the RDP.
That behind us, we postponed the theory assessment to the next morning as we needed to get out to Dog’s Point, Sanur as soon as possible because the tide charts determined our dive window.
That behind us, we postponed the theory assessment to the next morning as we needed to get out to Dog’s Point, Sanur as soon as possible because the tide charts determined our dive window.
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