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| Mark attempting to shove his massive bag in the locker. |
This might sound surprising, but I actually wasn't nervous to dive with sharks. I was more nervous about the whole breathing underwater thing, or rather, not breathing underwater and dying. It takes a lot of faith to rely on a tank to give you air while you're in an area with no air. After our information session with our hilarious instructor, we had about three hours to kill until we had to be back for our dive. We decided to go eat at Papa John's, which was delicious as always, then we walked around the aquarium where I stared at the otters for a significant amount of time. I'm serious when I say that if I could have one as a pet, I would. I. Love. Otters. They are the most fantastic creatures to walk, or scurry, the Earth.
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| We were with Grey Nurse sharks and Black Tip Reef sharks |
Once we all convened by the lockers, our instructor gave us all wet suits, booties and a vest thingy. I lived in California and was perfectly used to a wet suit and everything, but oh my gosh, I could not get the stupid thing on. Michael, our instructor, said that it's easier to get the wet suit on when it's wet. From what I remembered from my days in the Pacific, I thought it was more difficult to put on a wet suit when it's wet, but it had been so long since I had actually put one on, I decided to go ahead and trust the man. Perhaps I shouldn't have trusted him because it took Amy, Jessica and I a really long time to put our gear on. Mark of course, just slid his on, so he ended up waiting for us for about half an hour. We actually had to help each other because we were so helpless. I ended up getting blisters on my fingers from trying to pull on my wet suit, and considering both blisters were open, I was a little nervous about putting them in a tank full of sharks. There wasn't any blood though, so I was in the clear.
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| In the lock, getting ready to go into the tank. |
Once we got everything on, we got tanks and weights for our waists so we could walk comfortably around on the tank floor. The tanks were so incredibly heavy that once he let go of the tank, I almost fell backwards. Mark had his on already, so I hobbled over to where he was standing and watched our instructor put the tanks on Jessica and Amy's back. Okay, so I know I'm a big, strong gal, but big, strong gals also like to be helped once in a while. Did our instructor think so? Not a chance. He told Mark to help Amy and Jessica by holding the tank backpacks underneath to relieve some of the weight on them, but left me to fend for myself. Was I peeved? A little bit. Since I'm not one to keep my mouth shut, I did "jokingly" complain, but then I basically accepted that I wasn't going to get any help when there were smaller girls present. Is that a stupid thing to get irritated about? Probably, but I really can't help it. Okay. Rant's over.
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| The Grouper: the most fearsome specimen in the tank. |
We all made our way slowly to the lock, which is an area that's sectioned off from the main tank and is used to keep animals separated from the bigger fish. Mark was completely fine since he apparently has to carry backpacks that are much heavier than our measely tanks and waist weights. In the lock were several little sharks that weren't big enough to hang out with the big fish yet. So we learned all our basics in the tank and I'm proud to say that I passed with flying colors. It was definitely weird to breath through the respirator (I really don't even know if that's the correct term). At first I felt like I wasn't getting enough air and I really just couldn't get used to it. This brought back my fear of being under 15 feet of water and panicking because I couldn't breath. I did finally adapt to it, however, but Amy kept having problems because she felt like she wasn't getting enough air. We were instructed not to wave our hands around once we were in the tank because the big stupid grouper have been known to chomp on people's arms. They don't eat them or bite them, but you'll have a grouper on your arm until he decides that you aren't a fit meal. If a grouper decided to eat our arm, we were also instructed not to try to pull our arm out since the grouper's teeth slant inward and pulling our arm out would result in a whole lot of teeth going into our arm. The animals in the tank were, as a whole, pretty docile, except for the turtles, which they took out of the tank to avoid any injuries. Don't worry, they didn't throw us into the water with Hammerheads and Great White sharks. We were with the most docile sharks that couldn't care less that there were delicious, fleshy humans present.
To get into the tank, you have to rappel yourself down from a fiber glass tunnel, which is a tunnel that the people in the aquarium can walk through and see everything. So we made our way over to stand on top of the tunnel. Once we were lined up in order, he made us get down on our knees so we would be at lower risk of falling off the tunnel. When I went to get on my knees, something was unbalanced on my pack because I kept floating up to the left. I almost freaked out because I was terrified I was going to fall off the tunnel, but the instructor adjusted a strap and then I was able to sit on my knees without anymore incidents.
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| Not my best angle, but this is me rappelling. |
Mark went down first, then me, Amy and finally, Jessica. Rappelling down wasn't hard at all. I had to remember to keep popping my ears on my way down which I can do very easily by almost yawning. I didn't have to plug my nose to pop my ears, so my journey into the tank went off without a hitch. As soon as I got into the tank, a shark swam RIGHT over my head. I even ducked because he would have slapped me with his fin. I can't express how cool that was. Mark and I were pretty low maintenance in the tank, so the instructor paid much more attention to Amy and Jessica because he knew that Amy was having issues with breathing and staying balanced. So Mark and I basically followed the three of them around while we were checking out everything in the tank. The instructor really liked our group (we were pretty awesome) so he spent some time finding us a lot of shark teeth to take home for souvenirs. We rented an underwater camera, so we were able to take some pretty fantastic pictures. The camera died however, so we weren't able to get that many, and since our instructor loved us, he gave us a full refund for the camera.
hahahah oh, t. only you would blister your fingers trying to put on a wet suit.
ReplyDeletejust like only you would bruise yourself when playing big booty...
HAHAHA good times