I met Birgit at 7:00 am like I promised. I did the mask clearing in the shallow end and then in the deep end. We swam back to the shallow end, and I tried the mask removal. I did it, but Birgit wanted me to do it again. She wanted me to be confident and not scared. On the second try, I struggled a little bit. She didn’t feel comfortable doing it in the deep end, and our hour was up.
I went to the office while Birgit finished the classroom work with the other girls. While I was waiting to talk with the owner about my options to do a “try dive” that day, I met Gary. He was another instructor there. Gary was petite, around 40 years old, and was from England. He told me that I should buy a mask there because having a good mask makes a big difference. Over time, it would conform to my face and would develop a good seal. After trying a few on, I bought a mask and snorkel.
I signed up for a try-dive on the boat that afternoon. I had some time, so I ate breakfast down the street at the same place I went to the morning the day prior. The waiter came over and said, “Do you want the same? Thank you for coming every day.”
I walked back to the dive shop and did a quick orientation with the try-dive group. Our instructor was Lewis. He was in his late 20s, had semi-long, curly blonde hair, and was from Scotland. He went over the basics, and then we all boarded some pickup trucks that took us to the boat.
I sat on the top deck of the boat and talked with Michael. He was tall, had brown hair and a beard, appeared to be in his early 30s, and was from Serbia. He was traveling in Thailand for three weeks on a holiday. Once that ended, he was going to work from Chiang Mai. He was a programmer, and the company he worked for agreed to let him work remotely for a couple of weeks. This was his first time diving, and he was in my group of four for the try-dive. It was Michale’s first time traveling solo, and he thought it was fascinating that I had been traveling solo for so long.
We arrived at our dive spot, and I met Frankie, our instructor. He was tall, athletic, had short blonde hair, appeared to be in his mid-20s, and was from England. He was really friendly and helped all of us get our wetsuits and equipment on. I did as I was instructed and used one hand to hold the mask and regular against my face, and the other hand to hold my weight belt in place. Then I jumped off the boat and into the ocean.
We swam a long way to get to a shallow part of the ocean, and then we deflated our BCD’s and descended. We all got into a circle and were asked to do a few simple skills. I found it really difficult to stay down, and Frankie had to add some weights to my BCD, for a total of eight weights. Birgit told me that she was very buoyant, and I quickly found out that I am too.
I did all of the skills successfully, even the mask clearing. I found it difficult to stay put, though. We briefly swam around the coral, following behind Frankie. The water was fairly warm, and it was really clear. We didn’t get a lot of time to explore because we spent so much time doing the skills. We swam back to the boat to go to the next dive site.
Frankie gave many good reminders, like keeping our hands clasped in front of us, so we didn’t use them. Using just our legs would help with our buoyancy. Once we got back to the boat, they said we could do another dive for $1,000 baht ($32 USD). Three of us said yes. Micheal didn’t want to go because his sinuses were really hurting him after the first dive. The other two people in our group were a German couple in their late 20s.
For the second dive, we used a rope anchored in the water to get us to the bottom. This time I knew what I was doing, and my breathing was much better, but getting my breathing under control made me sink quickly because I was overweighted. I had to put a few puffs of air in my BCD.
We swam around, following Frankie. The water was clear, the fish were colorful, and it was fun. I spent a lot of time thinking about my breathing and realized that I slowly sank when I breathed out. When I breathe in, I slowly rose. We were under the water exploring for 47 minutes. My buoyancy was pretty good, I was horizontal, and I was feeling more confident.
The dive went really well, and Frankie told me that he thought I would have no problems finishing the certification. The problem was timing. I had to catch a flight out of Thailand in two days because my Visa would expire, and you can’t fly for 18-24 hours after that much diving.
Diving below the surface of the ocean increases the pressure around you. Nitrogen is absorbed into your body tissues and bloodstream from the air you breathe compared to the pressure surrounding you. As you ascend, built up nitrogen becomes little bubbles and leave your body. Flying in a plane too soon after a dive causes the same effects as ascending too quickly. Large nitrogen bubbles go into your bloodstream, creating the bends.
When I arrived back at the shop, I talked with the manager. He told me that one of my dives that day could count towards my certification. He could arrange for a one-on-one instructor the following day to complete my pool session, the one hour of classroom work on dive planning, taking the exam, and the final three dives. I was surprised that he was able to make this work. I paid for the two extra dives, and it was settled.
That evening, Roctopus Dive was celebrating those who just completed their various certifications. I was invited to attend, as well. The outdoor bar was off the beach and was mostly filled with dive instructors and their students. When I arrived, Frankie walked over to me and said he would be my one-on-one instructor the next day. He high-fived me, saying, “Dream Team!” We got along well, so I was happy about that.
Birgit was there too. She still had the final two dives with the German girls from my original class the next morning. She was so encouraging as well, and it really pumped me up. Birgit told me that she used to be a graphic designer but spent the last two years getting her Divemaster certification. She wasn’t sure how long she’d keep doing it, but she realized she’s made for warm weather, and Estonia is too cold!
Harry, my new British friend, arrived on the island and I told him to come down to meet the team. He was scheduled to start his Open Water 20 the following day with Roctopus Dive. He stopped by, and I introduced him to Lewis, who would be his instructor. Harry wanted a good nights’ sleep, so he left shortly after.
I continued talking with people at the bar. I met Frankie’s girlfriend, who was from Boulder, Colorado. She was really nice, and we talked all about Colorado because I used to live there. Next, I talked with a girl named Nicole. She was from Norway and was in the middle of her Divemaster training. She was 25 but seemed more mature. I told Nicole about my love of Norway and how I’d like to live there one day. A 34-year-old man from Ireland started talking to us, and he was flirting with Nicole. I excused myself from the conversation so they could continue flirting.
I also met Lauren from England. She was in her mid-20’s and had medium-length, blonde hair. She was traveling alone and had just finished her Open Water 20 and wanted to do the advanced course next. She very much wanted a boyfriend because she felt alone on this island full of couples. She told me that she fell for her instructor, Gary, but he didn’t seem to reciprocate. I felt for her. Learning to dive is a very personal experience with your life at stake. It’s easy to develop feelings for your instructors. She was interested in a couple other guys at the bar but wasn’t having much luck. My heart broke for her broken heart, and I understood her feelings. I needed to get some sleep, so I said my goodbyes and drove back to my Airbnb.
The next morning, I met Frankie in the pool for an hour. I needed to do the last few skills before I could move on. Everyone pumped me up the previous day, so I was determined to get through successfully. There were two tips that Frankie gave me that were game-changers for me.
First, Frankie told me to stop lifting my mask at the top when I was trying to clear it. He showed me how he does it with just one finger. He pressed it in the middle top part of the mask and then blew out of his nose. That’s really all that is needed because the air from the nose slightly opens the bottom of the mask, allowing the water to get out, but not allowing for more water to get in. When I tried to lift the bottom part of the mask and tilt it back, it was coming off too much, and more water would get in.
Second, Frankie told me to tilt my head to the side when I took my mask off. He said the bubbles coming out of my regulator were probably causing me to struggle with water going up my nose. Turning my head to the side made all the difference! As soon as I turned my head, the water didn’t get in because the bubbles weren’t going into my nose.
Frankie made me do the mask clearing and mask removal in the shallow end for 20 seconds instead of 10 seconds to make sure I was comfortable. He told me that I smashed it, which fueled me to keep doing well. Next, we had to do a few skills in the deep end, including the mask removal swim. Frankie told me that he would make me swim longer than most people to, again, to make sure I was comfortable. I aced it! I wasn’t in a hurry at all, and I had no problems putting my mask back on and clearing the water.
After the hour in the pool, Frankie and I went to an outdoor restaurant on the beach. We studied dive planning while eating breakfast. Then I had to take the exam. I was so nervous because I had to pass. I got 43 out of 45 correct!
Next up, it was time for three dives. We took the pickup trucks to the boat, Frankie briefed me on the plan, and we jumped into the ocean. We swam to a shallow end where I did the mask removal again and a few other skills. I passed those and felt really good. After a quick 30 minute dive, we went back to the boat for another tank of air. Frankie was pumping me up, saying things like, “You smashed it! You crushed it! Great job!”
Frankie told me that we’d swim around the coral for the second dive and enjoy the dive. There were a few things I had to do, like keep him updated on my air levels. He told me that we’d stop at five meters for a safety stop for three minutes on the way to the surface. Our watches would tell us when we were at five meters and would begin a three-minute countdown.
When you ascend, the pressure eases, and the nitrogen from the compressed air gets absorbed into your tissues. Ascending too fast will reduce the pressure too quickly. A safety stop helps to control the off-gassing. We weren’t deep enough to actually need a safety stop, but I needed to do it for certification. It’s also good practice to do one on every dive.
In addition to the safety stop, I needed to do two more skills where I was either the hero or the victim (air-share). If I were the victim, I would signal that I was out of air, accept Frankie’s spare regulator, and ascend together using his air. Then we’d reverse it, and I’d be the hero and give him my spare regulator.
To descend, I didn’t have a rope this time, and it took me longer to get down. I was trying, but I’m very buoyant. We swam around, and Frankie pointed out fish and beautiful coral. After 25 minutes, we started to ascend to do the safety stop. We patiently waited, but after two minutes, I took a deep breath. That breath made me start to ascend, and I panicked. I also forgot that as I ascend, the air that was in my BCD expands, and I didn’t let it out.
Frankie was angry. He was forcefully pointing for me to get back down. I looked at him like, “I don’t know why I’m ascending.” Then I looked up and realized I was almost at the surface. I looked around to make sure it was safe to surface and then was there. A minute later, Frankie surfaced. He was not happy, “Why did you surface? You were kicking. Now we can’t just enjoy the last dive. We have to do the safety stop and both air-share skills. If you miss the stop on this last dive, I can’t certify you.”
I had made Frankie disappointed in me, and I hate disappointing people. I am much more motivated by positive reinforcement than I am by negative remarks. I felt like I had let him down. It went from a fun and exciting time to a real drag. Before we got back on the boat, I had to do some surface skills like taking my BCD and tank off and back on again.
I passed those and climbed back on the boat. Then we headed to the next dive site. I was trying not to freak out about the pressure of having to do everything perfectly on the last dive. If I didn’t do them successfully, I couldn’t get certified, and all of this would be for nothing.
Before our last dive, Frankie said I needed to tell him when I was at 120 PSI, we had to do a safety stop and the two air-share exercises. We jumped into the ocean and started our dive. Things were going well. My buoyancy was good. I was swimming behind Frankie and keeping my eyes on my air. Frankie excitedly pointed out fish and coral, but I was focused. I told Frankie when I was at 120 PSI, and we were able to continue. About 40 minutes into the dive, we slowly started to ascend.
I was so scared that I would start to ascend too quickly and miss the stop. I felt like I couldn’t stop it last time. This time, we stopped at five meters, and I controlled my breathing. I made it for three minutes, and we ascended. After that, we lowered five meters, did the air-share, ascended, and descended to do the final air-share.
I completed the skills, but it was hard to be excited because I felt like I let Frankie down. I was also exhausted. It was a long day. Frankie talked about the things we saw and said I didn’t even seem excited. I told him it was hard to be excited when there was so much on the line. We got back on the boat and went back to the dive shop. Frankie told me to meet him at the bar on the beach, and we’d log our dives, and then I’d be certified.
We sat on cushions on the sand, drinking a beer. Frankie congratulated me, but I felt sad. I have been working hard on expressing myself instead of holding things in, only to cause resentment later. I told Frankie that he really bummed me out when he was yelling at me in the water when I missed the safety stop. I explained that his forceful pointing made me panic even more. It felt like he thought I barely scraped by on getting certified when earlier he was saying I smashed it.
Frankie apologized and felt bad. He explained that the other instructors and their impatience stressed him out. Several groups were on the boat that day, but they didn’t have to do the skills that we had to, which takes more time. He felt pressure from them to hurry up and get on the boat so that we could go to the next site. I understood because I felt the pressure too.
It was a long 10-hour day, and we were both exhausted. We ended on good terms, and I was pleased that I cleared the air. I wanted to be happy about getting certified, and I didn’t want to leave being angry. We hugged, and I appreciated all of his efforts. I was able to get personal one-on-one training, and I couldn’t have asked for better instructors.
Birgit was patient, thorough, gave clear instructions, and was encouraging. Frankie gave me tips that changed the game for me, pumped me up, and taught me what I needed to know. I would go on to dive in Vietnam, Western Australia, and Queensland Australia. Those dives would highlight for me just how good Birgit, Frankie, and Roctopus Dive are. I haven’t experienced a better group of people or safety standards as I did with this group.
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Post Edited By: Mandy Strider