From the shore, we walked toward this channel where a rope awaits to help make it easier for divers to descend. At that point, I was really nervous. My mind was asking, “Are you sure you’re ready to sink and perhaps get eaten by sharks?” but my heart was screaming “YOLO! You only live once, so live!”
Needless to say, I grabbed the rope, focused on Hoshi’s instructions, and went full on underwater.
I was the first to go, not because I was the bravest, but most probably because I was the one who needed guidance the most. Tightly grabbing on to the rope, little by little each one of us descended into the deep blue. I remember stopping at one point because I started getting anxious when it dawned on me that we were really legit underwater, and that there’s no way we’re turning back (well, there was, but thankfully, we didn’t).
Most probably sensing my nerves, Hoshi helped by holding my hands then wiggling my arms as if to say “relax”, and also by motioning with his hands to breathe calmly, which worked. My husband also kept an eye on me, and so did Frankie, making sure that I am safe. We all made sure we’re safe.
At one point while underwater, Hoshi made us switch regulators with our buddy, as well as do all the other scuba lessons we learned during our pool training. All these as we also worked on our buoyancy.
That first experience deep underwater was amazing! We kept diving, swimming with, and gazing at countless fish, corals, and sponges. The entire time, though, I would admit, I was very conscious and kept looking at my tank’s gauge, fascinated by the fact that I could actually really breathe deep underwater but, at the same time, wary as to how much air I still have in my tank to keep going.
Much as we were enjoying our dive, having descended up until we reached 24 feet deep, we also had to learn to swim back to the surface.
After some more minutes, Hoshi guided us to a rope, which we had to grab on to as we ascended, making one quick safety stop before finally resurfacing through another channel, our portal back to the “normal” dimension.
As soon as I saw I was out of the water, I took my mask off to breathe normal air. We waited on each other to resurface. Once we’re complete, the four of us slowly walked back to shore, tired but excited as we talked about the experience. For a few minutes we rested, before gearing up with our other tank and heading back to the ocean for yet another dive.
At 40, thank you for this experience of a lifetime.