One of my friends went to the person in charge of diving and suggested that last night. She seemed puzzled. "That's our policy," she said. "That's why we have two people on the boat for the dives." Then she asked what boat we were on. Well, nothing changed today. Same old thing.Every time that I've been there, we request that they break the group into two. One DM per group. Much more civil and easier to organize.
There is a big difference in ability in our group, with some nearly beginners and some pretty experienced. More importantly, we have some of the rudest divers I have seen in my scuba lifetime. I have seen situations on several occasions in which a line of people are progressing through a crevasse in a normal method, only to have a guy (followed by his wife) whiz past them underneath, with a Go Pro camera and lights in front of him. Then he ascends through the line, without regard for whomever he is cutting off.
I mentioned that the normal procedure for getting off the boat takes forever. The idea is that people are supposed to go to the back of the boat and sit down. A crew member goes to their where they site, retrieves the BCD, and brings it to them, putting it on them while they put their fins on and while everyone else stands in line waiting their turn. As for me, I walk to the stern with my BP/W already on, put my fins on while standing at the edge, and hop in. I have never seen anyone else do that. They haven't stopped me from doing that so far.
I usually choose to go in first or last, and on the second dive today I saw no one was ready to go so I went to the stern and got in. I dropped down on a shallow wall to a depth of about 15 feet and waited while everyone else got in, taking the usual 7-8 minutes. As I was waiting, a group of about 3 dropped right on top of me, one of them thrashing my head soundly with his fins. I got away as soon as I could.
As I said earlier, I like to hang back away from that crowd, and I learned today there is very much a limit to that. As I was following the group, I ducked under a nice overhang, going a bit deeper than the announced limit to the dive. (Shame on me!!) The trail DM came behind me and grabbed at my wrist to let me know I was violating a sacred rule. I started a diagonal ascent toward the group at a normal ascent rate. I was maybe 15 feet away from the mass of humanity when he came up behind me again, grabbed my elbow and pulled at me to come up.
I have done a lot of dives all over the world, and I have never been treated like that. As beautiful as the reefs are here, this place gets no more of my business.