charmygirl
Contributor
Just got back from a trip to Cozumel with my father. We had been diving and talking with a family (Mom, Dad, Son-16, Daughter-19) the previous day and were looking forward to a dive on Palancar reef. At the start of the dive, I noticed the daughter signaling her brother (her buddy) that she was in trouble. Her brother wasn't getting it and wanted to go on with the dive. I interceded (as she was going into panic mode) and told the son to buddy up with my Dad (my buddy) and signaled her to come with me. I figured she was just freaking a little and we would be back down shortly. I calmed her down and she and I made a slow ascent to the surface where she told me her reg wasn't breathing right - she could hardly get any air at the surface, less at depth. I checked her tank, it was hardly on. I checked her reg, it showed no improvement and her octopus was worse - no air at all. I made her inflate her BC and reached for my safety sausage. I inflated it and did the distressed diver signal.
It took me ten minutes to get the boat's attention. Finally, another boat came over and radioed our boat. (They told me that all three on the boat were looking at the engine.) Even after getting on the boat, I noticed a buddy pair from our boat a long way off and had to tell the boat captain and mates multiple times that they needed to get over and pick them up.
So, I was really hacked off at the boat guys for their lack of attention, but what really got me was the way the daughter and her family didn't seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation. They thought it was no big deal. For the rest of the week, I watched her not check her gear and have "issues" at the beggining of many dives. It got to the point that my father and I would intentionally not look her way because we didn't want to be responsible for helping her. She was in her own little world, not realizing that her life was in her hands.
K
P.S. When I got home, I thanked my brother for attaching the safety sausage to my BC - even though I had never asked for it.
It took me ten minutes to get the boat's attention. Finally, another boat came over and radioed our boat. (They told me that all three on the boat were looking at the engine.) Even after getting on the boat, I noticed a buddy pair from our boat a long way off and had to tell the boat captain and mates multiple times that they needed to get over and pick them up.
So, I was really hacked off at the boat guys for their lack of attention, but what really got me was the way the daughter and her family didn't seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation. They thought it was no big deal. For the rest of the week, I watched her not check her gear and have "issues" at the beggining of many dives. It got to the point that my father and I would intentionally not look her way because we didn't want to be responsible for helping her. She was in her own little world, not realizing that her life was in her hands.
K
P.S. When I got home, I thanked my brother for attaching the safety sausage to my BC - even though I had never asked for it.