OK, since we're all learning from posts like this, I'll keep playing, lol.
1st, Mr. DSD, your question ("How DID you get certified?") DID sound rude to me. But, tone is hard to convey on the internet, and well, your question is very valid. So here's your answer:
Not only did I get my OW cert, I got my advanced OW. I'm not even kidding. And yes I know how insane that sounds.
Longest story short.... Like I mentioned, we sold our house and quit our jobs, and ran around the world in 2006. Literally. Motto? "Go Big or Go Home." We were pre-kids, early 30's... it was the backpacking dream most can only imagine, but we did it a bit later, and we had money, lol.
I have family that dives, and a husband that always wanted to, and he's good at everything, haha. I LOVED the idea of it. My anxiety and "worry-wart" personality (not to mention I'm a nurse, which makes me over think everything, and catastrophize it all) always came into play, but I didn't want to miss a thing on this trip of a lifetime.
Exposed 1st in Bali on a shore Discovery (wreck) Dive (with a hot instructor who was fabulous and calm) I then snorkled off the dive boats in the Philippines, (DH dove, he got cert'd at home, prior to the trip, in a lake in the midwest) and loved what I saw, wanted to get down there and see it. We finally got to Ko Tao, Thailand, and I got certified. Now if anyone has been to this dive spot, you know it's full of idiots and drunks.
Failure #1.
(some of the best fish life in that area, tho.... lots of "Chumming the waters" and "Ko Tao Kisses" aka road rash scooter scabs, to nibble on. Hilarious)
I passed the class with flying colors, and although nervous to dive, thought I was onto something fun.
Please note that IN NO WAY did my husband ever push me to do this. NEVER. In fact, that intro dive in Bali? My instructor said to NEVER EVER EVER have your dive buddy be your spouse. Ha. Truer words never spoken, until, of course, the day came when my dive buddy husband literally saved my life!
Anyways, I felt like I was educated and ready to dive. I FELT prepared. I really did. Green, but prepared. I practiced my skills, worked hard on boyancy, and for the most part, enjoyed the dozens of "easy" straight forward 40-60ft reef dives we did in SE Asia. Then we got to Borneo, just weeks away from heading to Palau Sipidan and Mabul. We both did our AOW in Kota Kinabalu, mostly so we could do the deeper dives in Sipidan, since that's about all there is. The depth thing scared the crap out of me. Oh well. Go big or go home. Again, VERY good instructor, thought we learned more advanced techniques, felt as if we were being given the tools to "dive right."
*****I would say, to anyone learning to dive, or for the instructors out there TEACHING the certifications... I can read and take a test all day long. You can take me down to 25 ft and have me remove my regulator and practice taking my mask on and off, until we're blue in the face. Although we only practiced those skills once or twice. I can memorize charts, and learn about narcosis. Big whoop. NONE OF THESE THINGS CAME INTO PLAY that day in Cayman when we went into the dive shop, and said "hey, we want to just tool around out front, do we need a DM? Any issues? Tips? " and were just basically handed some tanks and wished good luck. So yeah, we had the skill set to pull off a decent dive or ten. We did NOT have the experience to handle some situations, simply b/c we were green. Like I said before, I am SHOCKED and AMAZED we didn't die in Sipidan. Or some other places. What on EARTH were we thinking?
I think our shortcomings were not only the fact we were green, but we easily could have been fooled by our "oh la la" dive logs, which could indicated we had some serious dives under our weight belts, but in reality, we were getting by from the skin of our teeth.
Sorry, I talk a lot, but I think there is a lot to learn from this. Any more questions, please let me know. Part of me really misses diving, and I'm sad I didn't love it more. But the other part of me is very willing to leave it behind, admit my shortcomings, and very much count my blessing and move on.
1st, Mr. DSD, your question ("How DID you get certified?") DID sound rude to me. But, tone is hard to convey on the internet, and well, your question is very valid. So here's your answer:
Not only did I get my OW cert, I got my advanced OW. I'm not even kidding. And yes I know how insane that sounds.
Longest story short.... Like I mentioned, we sold our house and quit our jobs, and ran around the world in 2006. Literally. Motto? "Go Big or Go Home." We were pre-kids, early 30's... it was the backpacking dream most can only imagine, but we did it a bit later, and we had money, lol.
I have family that dives, and a husband that always wanted to, and he's good at everything, haha. I LOVED the idea of it. My anxiety and "worry-wart" personality (not to mention I'm a nurse, which makes me over think everything, and catastrophize it all) always came into play, but I didn't want to miss a thing on this trip of a lifetime.
Exposed 1st in Bali on a shore Discovery (wreck) Dive (with a hot instructor who was fabulous and calm) I then snorkled off the dive boats in the Philippines, (DH dove, he got cert'd at home, prior to the trip, in a lake in the midwest) and loved what I saw, wanted to get down there and see it. We finally got to Ko Tao, Thailand, and I got certified. Now if anyone has been to this dive spot, you know it's full of idiots and drunks.
Failure #1.
(some of the best fish life in that area, tho.... lots of "Chumming the waters" and "Ko Tao Kisses" aka road rash scooter scabs, to nibble on. Hilarious)
I passed the class with flying colors, and although nervous to dive, thought I was onto something fun.
Please note that IN NO WAY did my husband ever push me to do this. NEVER. In fact, that intro dive in Bali? My instructor said to NEVER EVER EVER have your dive buddy be your spouse. Ha. Truer words never spoken, until, of course, the day came when my dive buddy husband literally saved my life!
Anyways, I felt like I was educated and ready to dive. I FELT prepared. I really did. Green, but prepared. I practiced my skills, worked hard on boyancy, and for the most part, enjoyed the dozens of "easy" straight forward 40-60ft reef dives we did in SE Asia. Then we got to Borneo, just weeks away from heading to Palau Sipidan and Mabul. We both did our AOW in Kota Kinabalu, mostly so we could do the deeper dives in Sipidan, since that's about all there is. The depth thing scared the crap out of me. Oh well. Go big or go home. Again, VERY good instructor, thought we learned more advanced techniques, felt as if we were being given the tools to "dive right."
*****I would say, to anyone learning to dive, or for the instructors out there TEACHING the certifications... I can read and take a test all day long. You can take me down to 25 ft and have me remove my regulator and practice taking my mask on and off, until we're blue in the face. Although we only practiced those skills once or twice. I can memorize charts, and learn about narcosis. Big whoop. NONE OF THESE THINGS CAME INTO PLAY that day in Cayman when we went into the dive shop, and said "hey, we want to just tool around out front, do we need a DM? Any issues? Tips? " and were just basically handed some tanks and wished good luck. So yeah, we had the skill set to pull off a decent dive or ten. We did NOT have the experience to handle some situations, simply b/c we were green. Like I said before, I am SHOCKED and AMAZED we didn't die in Sipidan. Or some other places. What on EARTH were we thinking?
I think our shortcomings were not only the fact we were green, but we easily could have been fooled by our "oh la la" dive logs, which could indicated we had some serious dives under our weight belts, but in reality, we were getting by from the skin of our teeth.
Sorry, I talk a lot, but I think there is a lot to learn from this. Any more questions, please let me know. Part of me really misses diving, and I'm sad I didn't love it more. But the other part of me is very willing to leave it behind, admit my shortcomings, and very much count my blessing and move on.