Sorry, I haven't been able to get to the board for a few days. Are you an Undercurrent subscriber? The whole sordid story is in the Traveling Diver's Chapbook which just came out. I'll try to track it down and post it if you aren't. Basically, we were treated badly, on a crappy boat with a jack arse captain, and treated like we had never been in the ocean before. They never asked about our experience or checked our logbooks. The only other people on the dive were a couple of people doing their first open water dive after certification, and they made us stay with them. Even so much as lining all four of us up, seated on the dive platform and scootching into the water on the divemaster's cue. The boat billowed amazingly thick black smoke the whole time. The jerk captain parked as far from the rinse tanks as possible, and then after we unloaded, moved the boat and tied up right next to the rinse tanks! And that was the nicest thing I can say about him. Of course, no carts to haul your gear over there. And let's just say the rinse tanks reminded me of home--I live next to the Mississippi--you know, the Big Muddy! I think they just became too big for their britches.