Saturday, January 5, 2008

Cave Diving by Michele Carvale

Michele documented our cave dives by way of e-mails to her boyfriend and after a month of my hounding her, she has sent me her e-mails. These give you more of an idea of what we got up to during our course:

Day 1 -- There are 3 students in the course, myself, Anna and strangely enough, a friend named Paul that we know from Hoboken Dive Center.

This morning it was pouring rain so rather than risk getting soaked, we grabbed light snacks at the convenience store across the way. Our instructor had us assemble our gear so he could look at our setup. He seemed satisfied that we were in order and told us we could disassemble and stow in the car. We loaded our gear and then drove as a group to the dive site. Of course on the way to the site, I realized I had forgotten my bottom timer and dive computer. Excellent first impression....lucky for me, most of our drills would be on land or shallow so this proved to not be a problem. One of my classmates was crazy enough to have 2 computers and a bottom timer and generously loaned me the latter. OK - first hurdle which I created overcome. This dive site was pretty and there was a group of snorkelers there as well. There was actually a bathroom which I was pleased about and benches to set up our gear. We put things together and then did line drills on land.

The instructor is quite stern when teaching but I suppose this is a serious course. He laid line on trees for us and then had us walk in a line while he timed us. The next 30 minutes were spent with us walking back from the tie off point to the primary tie off either individually or as a group using touch contact. 90% of these exercises involved him telling us we killed ourselves and he seemed to delight in pointing to the place on the line where we exceeded our thirds air supply. He was right....it was tricky timing how slow to proceed on the way in in order to make it out in the same amount of time w- your eyes closed. Of course he threw in a few surprises like grabbing the line out of our hands or randomly putting another line on ours without us knowing.

Sidebar - the mosquitoes are crazy down here and denghi fever recently so I have been applying bugspray liberally. I may be growing a third boob out of my forehead from all this spray but I'm fine with it. An extra boob may come in handy someday.

Back to reality - Time to gear up and walk down the stairs (so happy there are stairs and not a muddy path) to a beautiful pool like opening in the middle of the jungle. There are people snorkeling and it is beautiful. It is a large area and the instructor sets up a circuit w- his reel which takes about 5 minutes to swim with eyes open and no stress. We then repeat the land skill under water and this time he´s really messing with us. He managed to grab the line out of my hand once on the swim to teach me I needed to hold on much stronger. Lesson learned. I somehow managed to come across another diver in this simulated no viz exercise and although I tried to communicate with hand signals to see if they were ok and to signal the way out....I received no response and instead they seemed interested in going around me so I continued on. I could feel our instructor moving around me from time to time and would all of sudden feel like a giant spider swept over me as I would find my fins, manifold and any other protrusion of mine wrapped in line. Each time, I waited for the spider to finish his weaving and then would slowly untangle before resuming the position of protecting my head and pressing on. I managed to make it to the end of the simulation intact but no doubt, well beyond thirds. During the debrief, we discussed coming across another diver who inadvertently had gotten turned around themselves. Seems the rule of thumb is if you are already having your own emergency, you can be of little help to someone else without putting yourself at jeopardy - best to move on without them. Creepy. The talk of death in the course is prominent.

We then did this same exercise several times with no viz using touch contact as a 3man buddy team. It is literally like having the shit kicked out of you since you are so close to the other diver and you´re trying to be quick about exiting the cave. We lived though in the simulation so that´s all that matters.

There was quite a bit of discussion about needing to improve
buoyancy, not using hands for movement, etc. It was not always the kindest feedback but I think each of us knew when we were at fault. Sometimes, your best critic is yourself. The instructor warned us there is no filter from his brain to his mouth and that this is too serious to not be harsh so harsh is what he gives. http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5555/3368/1600/asgard19.jpg

After this we did a 30 minute cavern dive which was so beautiful. The cavern was huge the viz was good and it was very nice. There is a
thermocline here which can be a bit of a pain when swimming behind someone. Interestingly, our instructor advised us to stagger on each side of the line to avoid stirring it up badly for the diver behind you. This seemed to make it more manageable.

I'm adding some photographs here that I found off the
Internet here to show what a halocline looks like:http://www.discoverydiving.com/images/photos/charlienelson/1004-427%20Aktun%20Koh.JPG
It looks like the divers in front are diving through a big mirror. http://www.discoverydiving.com/images/photos/charlienelson/1004-625%20Vaca%20Ha.JPGAnd when your over and passing through the halocline it looks fuzzy like a mix of oil and vinegar.

Day 2 - We return to the Eden cenote and do one line drill on land to refresh our memory of touch contact eyes out no viz. We do this quite well as a dive team - we are gelling.

Dive 1 - skill is backup light exit, I am team leader. Tie in with a primary and secondary tie-off and then start the journey into the cave looking for the main line. It feels pretty far into the cave and I realize without gloves, my goodman handle is too big so I do my best to position it comfortably without fussing. We go past an eerie grim reaper sign which reminds us there's nothing worth dying in there for. Well said....I wonder if I should turn around but I have full tanks and am curious so I press on. I find the main line and tie my reel off there, leaving it behind to follow the permanently installed line. We proceed on with no events. It is beautiful and the room is huge. The instructor tells me to turn the dive, which I am a bit bummed about since it is well before our turn pressure and time but if he says it's time to go, I'm certainly going to go along with it. I give the turn signal to the diver behind me but instead of confirming the signal which is the protocol, the diver proceeds to check his pressure gauge and give me the remaining pressure. I repeat the turn signal and get a blank stare in return. By now, the instructor has swam over like a bat out of hell and taps the diver on the head rather hard and asks if he's ok. Without hesitation, the instructor gives the thumbs up sign to end the dive so instead of making a leisurely exit out on a turn dive signal we make an immediate exit. No more fun looking around. We are told to turn off our primary lights and switch on our backups. Creepy dark when all the big lights are out but I hold onto the line before i turn it off to be sure I know where it is.

Safe exit for all with a debriefing focused on hand signals.

Dive 2 - skill is out of air, touch contact exit, Paul is the dive leader. We go in without incident and get a bit further from where we turned last time. We pass a tie-off with a 90 degree turn. Later on the debrief we are reminded of the importance of following the line and looking at each tie-off and placement to ensure no other line exists. We turn the dive on turn pressure and start our exit. Once we get back through the small passage, I see a light shaking - a sign of an emergency. I turn and find myself facing diver 2 - no emergency there. It is diver 3 that needs attention so diver 2 assesses the situation and donates air. The OOA diver moves to the front and I assume the caboose on our exit.

Dive 3 - Drawing a blank on this one so moving on to day 2.

Day 2 Dive 1 - We are down to a 2-man buddy team since our third has moved on to another instructor. We learn lost line drill on land. This involves using your spool (also called a safety reel) to make a primary and secondary tie-off and then blindly swim waving your arm around hoping to find the line. Not very exact but it works. We do this on land once and I struggle a bit to get my tieoff on the rock my instructor leaves me with. This may have been an omen for the exercise.
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Anna is dive leader and I am diver 2. She makes a primary and secondary tie-off and we head into the cave past a skull and crossbones sign. Creepy. Again, I think this is pretty but it's not worth getting into trouble over. She ties off and we head in. This cave is very pretty - called the
Taj Mahal and while the rooms are smaller there are stalactites and stalagmites everywhere. The rooms are smaller and bleach white. You can see a half inch of silt on everything on the bottom but we are good with our fins and don't stir it up. We make our way past a few sharp turns which are good markers of progress. I can see the line is spliced together a few times but I check it and it looks sturdy so we press on. The instructor gives me the turn air signal and we head back. I am expecting we'll do the lost line scenario but he takes out his wet notes and writes that we will exit the cave with 1000 psi and we should let him know when we hit that pressure. Our original plan was to turn when I hit 2500 so I shake my head no. That is not enough air to exit the cave for me. I don't like the change in plan and I tell him no. He gives the thumbs up sign and we end the dive.

During our debrief, he advises that he has not taken into account the amount of air needed for the exercise and so our turn pressures would not have allowed successful completion as initially calculated. Regardless, he says it was good to not exceed our own comfortable limits and any miscommunication should be an immediate reason to end the dive. No harm no foul.

Dive 2 - same plan, I am team leader. We head in, he turns us around and then has us get on the main line. Primary lights out backups on. He comes over to me and has me shut off my backup light and close my eyes then takes me off the line to some random rock. Game on. Time to find the line. I had 2200 in my tank and I can feel the instructor is close to me since his breathing is loud so I felt ok doing this. I make my primary tie off which feels good....my secondary tie off feels loose and although I retie it a few times, it's not great. Still, I can't find anything else to tie onto so I make it the best I can and continue. I use the technique he told us to turn around 180 degrees and then start crawling on the cave bottom as instructed moving my arm up and down to find the line. After a while I decided I had gone too far and I retuned to my starting point to find my secondary tieoff had come off. Not a good feeling but my primary tieoff was good so I started over again. This time I hit the line dead on, tied off on the line w- my spool and clipped in the direction I thought the cave exit was. I was correct. Drill over. I am alive. Always a plus. On the debrief, I will learn that on my first attempt I was headed in the proper direction and then started unknowingly turning in my search making a u-shaped path. I think had I stayed negative on the cave floor and crawled, I would've avoided this situation but I was attempting to be a bit gentle in the cave. Lesson - don't be gentle w/ your life - you only get one.

I watched Anna do the same and it was good to see someone else do this so you can see how hard a skill it can be. She found the line on the first attempt but only by sheer luck since there was a 90 degree bend in the line. She had moved parallel to the line she originally was on but with the turn found it. Either way - it was a successful attempt on the first try. She is alive. Good stuff.

Captain Obvious Quote of the Day: The lost line drill is not a good position to be in. Stay on the line and you can avoid this experience.

Dive 3 - out of air diver no viz lights out. Anna is dive leader I am diver 2. We head in and the plan is a longer dive since we each have 2200 in our tanks still. I am looking forward to a longer dive since we keep flirting with a beautiful opening to a room with pillars and beautiful formations. Just as we are about to get there, our dive gets turned. Bummer! The instructor gives me the out of air drill and I turn to Anna. She quickly donates her reg and we then get on the line in formation. I managed to snag my crappy fin on the line and immediately I am grabbed by my instructor. I try my best not to move as he fixes that and also puts us in formation. All the while I am kicking myself for not having my jetfins on. Ho hum. It's a mellow entanglement and I know the Spider will undo the line easily. It's awkward to share air on a line when the line is on the left with the reg coming from the right. Once we are set up it is smooth sailing as we exit all the way to the reel. What a good feeling to find the reel - we are close to home. We stop the air-share drill to clean up. I move up and wait for Anna to retrieve the reel. She swims past it. I turn around and the instructor tells me to retrieve it. I signal not me, her. He insists I get the reel. Fine. I'll get it. He then asks me if I am diver 1 or diver 2. I tell him diver 2 and he has Anna remove the reel. Safe exit.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Anna's Retirement Party


Those of you who know me well will know that I rarely speak fondly of work. Actually as far as possible I try not to speak of work at all when I'm not there as it just stresses me out. BUT many will have heard me talk of my American mother Anna Spurling. Anna is 66 and from Charleston and I've worked with her since I moved to New York. We always eat lunch together in the kitchen, with Jose. A truly beautiful, warm loving person. She and I have become very close through the years. Unfortunately she is retiring and her last day is tomorrow. Yesterday we had a surprise retirement party for her. There was lots of laughter and tears and I was reminded of how great some of the people I work with. Jose was DJ:Mr. Craig, my old claims manager made an appearance 5 years after his own retirement to say goodbye to Anna (I always call him Mr. Craig, but his name is Bill) - he's pictured here with Vince Solarino:. Chuck collected most of the money which the staff gave to Anna as a parting gift - we collected $1000 which is not at all bad. Don, Muge, George Grauling, Saki, Vicki, Alex, Sheriece, Cheryl - all people who I have a great fondness for and would miss tremendously if I left:

Oh yes and we also invited Anna'a daughter, Sonia and her 'play son' Javan: OK so perhaps a little bit of my heart does live in this town. I'm going to miss Anna like crazy - but she's one lady who I know will always be a part of my life:)

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Weekend in Connecticut

Was invited to a cocktail party at Christine Norton's house in Cos Cob, Connecticut. Despite Sinead's and my juvenile sense of humor and merciless tormenting, Christine went ahead with the purchase of her house two years ago which is proudly situated on 'Mianus view' or as I affectionately refer to her street ' my anus' view.

We drank champagne and chopped veggies before the guests arrived. Christine's house looks very Christmassy and her tree puts my little Charlie Brown Christmas tree to shame. Lots of new people and by 12 I'm ashamed to say I passed out cold on the couch. Then to bed. One of my favorite things about Christine's house is the bed in her spare room.

This is one of the most comfortable beds I have ever slept in. Its also nice because when you wake up you can look right out of the window. I'd planned to get up early and jet BUT this bed held on to me til 10ish. I then sat and had a good catch up with Christine. We went through photo albums, talked about work, men, Mexico, friends and then headed out for lunch before I drove home in horrible sleety, windy, gray weather.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Naturalization Interview!!!!!

Well I'd just about reconciled myself to the prospect of not getting my citizenship interview until June (following my immigration attorney checking with the immigration services and being told 4-6 months still to go). I no longer was checking my mail box anxiously. I'd started to try to look on the bright side - if I don't get my US citizenship until September/ October at least I'll save more money, what's meant to be will be etc.

So tonight I picked up my mail after Spanish class and WOO HOO!!!!! I have an appointment on February 15 for my citizenship interview and test.

MEXICO suddenly is not looking so far away. VERY HAPPY ABOUT THIS:)

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Christmas

Just returned from a business trip to Canada where there was 2 feet of snow on the ground. Then last night I went to Michele and Tom Henessey's for a Holiday party. Drove home this morning listening to Carols sung by Mario Lanza and began to feel very Christmassy. I had lunch with Carey and she asked if I was going to get a tree this year. I hadn't been going to bother because I go home for Christmas. Then I was in Shop Rite and there were cute little Christmas trees in pots for $14. I'd invited Jeff, Aaron and Cat over for dinner (Christmas curry - a great Geordie tradition), so I decided to get a little tree. I've always been a tinsy bit sentimental and have a chest full of tree decorations. I enjoyed dressing the little tree. I still have some ornaments from when I was a little girl. Some that my grandmother gave me and some that I chose myself when I lived with a boyfriend back in Newcastle (I was very grown up back then!).

So here is my little tree in my cosy kitchen.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Adios Hans, Allie & Stu Mac...

All of my favorite friends are leaving me:-( Stuart MacDonald, who I work with, is my American brother and a very close friend and confidant. Stuarts relationship advice has proved to be suspect, but he is very good at cheering me up when I've had a rough time. The kind of guy I can sit and chat to on my sofa in my jim jams (Stuart stayed with me for a month between apartments). So Stuart left last night for a job in Vancouver. I've had such a stressful time at work recently that Stuart's leaving kind of crept up on me and now I'm a little sad.

Then today I had lunch with Allie and our Spanish teacher Mercedes and realized that it would be the last time I see her and Hans before they leave to live in Playa Del Carmen on January first. I'm going to miss them both a lot. All three kindred spirits.

With Anna Spurling, my American Mother, retiring at the end of the year it feels like a change is in the air. All my peeps are leaving me!

Hans & Allie did say one of them will meet me in Texas if I drive down to Playa Del Carmen in July so I don't have to make it through Mexico alone. That was nice.

So I've invited myself to Jeff's house for dinner. I don't believe he has any immediate plans to leave NYC. He was also able to tempt me with a Christmas tree and a glass of burgundy. Perhaps I'll bring some Christmas tunes.

Cat, Michele, Carey & Jeff are not allowed to move anywhere any time soon!!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Cozumel

It was nice to get back to Cozumel again. Some things had been praying on my mind in New York and I always find the diving here washes all of the worries away. Michele has promised to write a guest spot on our cave diving experiences. Exciting, challenging and beautiful...

So diving.... A favorite is the arrow crab. They always seem so busy and I imagine them shouting at me with a little voice that sounds like they have held their nose or taken a good breath of helium. I think that it is the shape of their heads, rather than an actual nose which sticks up in the middle of their little faces. But I like to think of them as little willow the whisp type characters with some very important business at hand. Its kind of evil but I do like to grab them out of their little holes and put them in my hands. I always put them back in the same spot - but I do like to see them get all fussed up!! They do try to attack with those tinsy little claws - its so cute:) "ouch, stop - put me down, put me down, I have very important business to attend to today on my pink spong, take that you big ruffian".
We met up with Sophia in Playa and life seems to be going well for her. Also spent time with Josie. Dove every day (buseo cadi dias) with Juan Avilla - a ready made Mexican dad. Colebra and Benjamin both were helping me practice my Spanish. Their English is only a little better than my Spanish so this works quite well.










Was also nice to see Monica from the whale shark trip. Cozumel flew over so fast we didn't get to hang out - but when I move to Cozumel she'll be a nice friend. Miguel said he has a friend who is English and has a hair dressing salon - excellent - and a gym where they do yoga.