Yesterday I had a dive planned. I was going to dive a particularly famous cave section near Tulum that is world renound for its beauty, and the fact that it is pretty hard to find.
I usually find myself the night before a cave dive mentally preparing myself, as much as I prepare my gear. However in this case, I really didnt have the chance. I woke to an emotionally disturbing confrontation with my (recently) ex wife over parental responsabilities, which disrupted my pre dive mental prep even further.
I picked up my dive partner, one that I particularly wanted to impress due to "her" impressive "credentials", but commented that even though I had eaten breakfast, I felt a little weak and shaky.
I have also been rather congested lately, but I shook off my growing feeling of uneasyness with the justification that I needed to snap out of it, and a good cave dive would do me good and cheer me up, even though what I really wanted to do is go home, crawl into bed and cry like a girl.
I didnt though and we continued south. We were delayed a little, and although my normal supplier of tanks and light rental gear my partner needed, I knew of another one further south.
We ran into a friend of my partner in Tulum, and as I got out of the car and felt my head spin, I knew at this moment that the cave diving accident near Tulum was not going to happen today.
I called the dive before we even got in the water. Why?
The story I have written above, sounds like a typical combination of events that leads up to a real, but tragic outcome, caused by a silly error that shouldnt have happened.
I have read enough accident reports that I recognize the pattern and saw it unfolding before my very eyes.
I was immediately dissapointed, I had driven 160 km for this dive, I hadnt had the chance to cave dive for WAY too long etc, etc.
Then the feeling of impending doom I had had all morning vanished and was replaced by a sense of relief.
We went down the beach, found a resturaunt with a view and proceeded to reduce the global popululations of small crustaceans and limes, along with a relaxing amount of a particular "NON DIR" beverage.
was this a cave diving accident? NO
Could it have been. YES
does it suck when you have to cancel a dive YES.
did an afternoon in the company of a fabulous girl with a stunning view, fresh seafood washed down with cold frosties on a beach in Mexico make up for it.
ABSOLUTELY.
Next weekend, my cold will be better and we have lined up a dive that is SO extrordinary that I cant even start to tell you what it is yet. I will report it next week if the pics come out tho.
I usually find myself the night before a cave dive mentally preparing myself, as much as I prepare my gear. However in this case, I really didnt have the chance. I woke to an emotionally disturbing confrontation with my (recently) ex wife over parental responsabilities, which disrupted my pre dive mental prep even further.
I picked up my dive partner, one that I particularly wanted to impress due to "her" impressive "credentials", but commented that even though I had eaten breakfast, I felt a little weak and shaky.
I have also been rather congested lately, but I shook off my growing feeling of uneasyness with the justification that I needed to snap out of it, and a good cave dive would do me good and cheer me up, even though what I really wanted to do is go home, crawl into bed and cry like a girl.
I didnt though and we continued south. We were delayed a little, and although my normal supplier of tanks and light rental gear my partner needed, I knew of another one further south.
We ran into a friend of my partner in Tulum, and as I got out of the car and felt my head spin, I knew at this moment that the cave diving accident near Tulum was not going to happen today.
I called the dive before we even got in the water. Why?
The story I have written above, sounds like a typical combination of events that leads up to a real, but tragic outcome, caused by a silly error that shouldnt have happened.
I have read enough accident reports that I recognize the pattern and saw it unfolding before my very eyes.
I was immediately dissapointed, I had driven 160 km for this dive, I hadnt had the chance to cave dive for WAY too long etc, etc.
Then the feeling of impending doom I had had all morning vanished and was replaced by a sense of relief.
We went down the beach, found a resturaunt with a view and proceeded to reduce the global popululations of small crustaceans and limes, along with a relaxing amount of a particular "NON DIR" beverage.
was this a cave diving accident? NO
Could it have been. YES
does it suck when you have to cancel a dive YES.
did an afternoon in the company of a fabulous girl with a stunning view, fresh seafood washed down with cold frosties on a beach in Mexico make up for it.
ABSOLUTELY.
Next weekend, my cold will be better and we have lined up a dive that is SO extrordinary that I cant even start to tell you what it is yet. I will report it next week if the pics come out tho.
