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Huzzah! Je suis un Divemaster...or Divemistress, but that makes it sound a little like I dive in black PVC and carry a whip in my BCD, and that definitely costs extra...Anyhoo, yesterday I took and passed my last exam, so some tedious admin and random doctors visit aside, I am a professional diver! Unfortunately it seems to be a 'two steps forward one step back' process at the moment - every time I learn a few new things, something tricky happens, and always at the one moment in the entire dive that Sabry, my instructor, looks round at me! It's amazing how he can sense us screwing up from 20 metres! But I think I'm getting there - the 4 Open Water students all passed today, and they're all still alive and seemed to really enjoy it, so all my boxes are ticked! 2 of them are going on to do the Advanced course, so we'll finally get some decent dives in - Canyon and Blue Hole rather than the sandy patches of Lighthouse and South Oasis!
I can't believe that I leave in 3 days - cliched though it sounds, it literally feels like a few days ago when I rocked up and had a group of 9 unruly marines to assist with. And now, 3 weeks later 9 marines are Open Water, 6 are advanced, and there are 4 more new divers running around today. It's been awesome helping out, getting more people hooked on diving!! I'm really looking forward to Australia now...the diving is going to be out of this world, but also can't wait to get some clean clothes, have a bit of a break from putting a cold wetsuit on every day, and eat a meal that didn't cost 20LE and taste like it cost 2. Oh god, and drink something that isn't beer...I can practically taste a nice big glass of cold white wine...mmm...wine. I totally failed to have a bucket last night (I've decided to save it for my last night so I can get as drunk as I like, behave as badly as possible, and then leave town for a year!)...at the moment my mission is to avoid the last Divemaster test...the Snorkel Test. I won't go into too many details as my mum is reading this, but it basically involves drinking vast quantities of alcohol through a snorkel. I'm convinced that if it doesn't kill me it will cause some entertaining stomach pyrotechnics, which whilst fun for some would not be fun for me, so I'm hiding any time anyone even mentions a snorkel!
I must away now for some cheap food and lots of cheap beer...hopefully none of it delivered through a snorkel!
By the way, Dahab looks nothing like this picture. I just want to make you all jealous.
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