Zept
Contributor
My buddy and I completed the PADI Navigation speciality on Sunday. I wanted to dive locally, but the viz around Singapore is rubbish (typically around 1m/3ft), so we figured we'd learn something.
On the first dive we measured the number of kick cycles required to cover 30m. I get 35, she gets 17. Huh? My excuse is that I was doing small kicks to avoid stirring up the bottom.
The next exercise is hexagons. She navigates the first one, making 60-degree turns to the left. No problem. I navigate the second one, and I figure I'll turn to the right. On the second leg I run into the reef, which goes up to within 2m/6ft of the surface. Oops. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's finding the shallow spots... last time we dived at this location, we ended up in 1m of water. This time we just go back down and I start my hexagon again, turning to the left. Somewhere in the third or fourth leg, my mask floods and I realise I can't read the compass. While I'm clearing my mask, I lose count of my kick cycles, so I'm not surprised when I miss the starting point by 2-3m/6-9ft.
We also tried some natural navigation along the reef, and then finished the dive on a pile of rocks called Shark Rocks. When we surfaced, we triangulated our position.
For the second dive, our instructor laid out a course of six markers, then gave us a list of bearings and distances. Ha ha, we think, this'll never work.
I navigate the first leg and we plow straight over marker 1. Our instructor sorts us out and we head off for marker 2. This time we see the marker... but it's marker 3. Oops. My buddy figures out that she can find marker 2 using a reciprocal heading. Cool. Except I'm looking the wrong way and I get left behind in a cloud of silt. I hover for a few seconds, hoping it will clear, and then the others come back for me. We find marker 2, we find marker 3 again, and then it's my turn to navigate to marker 4. We swim straight up to it. Hurrah! I'm estimating fewer kick cycles per metre now, and my new figure seems more accurate.
We find markers 5 and 6, and then turn round to go back to the beginning. On the way from marker 5 to marker 4, I forget that I'm supposed to be using a reciprocal bearing and go 10m/30ft in the wrong direction. I'm thoroughly annoyed, but I turn round, go 20m in the right direction and swim straight up to marker 4. It's rapidly becoming my favourite marker.
We finish the course and surface, then attempt to drop back on to Shark Rocks, using the bearings from the first dive. One silt-covered rock looks much like another to me, but our instructor thinks we're in the right place. No sharks, of course, but we find a small remora. It thinks we're fabulous. It gets in my face, it tries to attach itself to my neck, it gets inside my BC, it wiggles round my arm... it is the World's Most Annoying Fish. I end up swimming along with my hands around my neck, yelling abuse at it. Grr!
Overall, the course was a lot of fun. I'm still kind of hazy about the east-west thing, but I'm much better at holding a bearing and estimating distance. And we got wet, which is always good.
Zept
On the first dive we measured the number of kick cycles required to cover 30m. I get 35, she gets 17. Huh? My excuse is that I was doing small kicks to avoid stirring up the bottom.
The next exercise is hexagons. She navigates the first one, making 60-degree turns to the left. No problem. I navigate the second one, and I figure I'll turn to the right. On the second leg I run into the reef, which goes up to within 2m/6ft of the surface. Oops. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's finding the shallow spots... last time we dived at this location, we ended up in 1m of water. This time we just go back down and I start my hexagon again, turning to the left. Somewhere in the third or fourth leg, my mask floods and I realise I can't read the compass. While I'm clearing my mask, I lose count of my kick cycles, so I'm not surprised when I miss the starting point by 2-3m/6-9ft.
We also tried some natural navigation along the reef, and then finished the dive on a pile of rocks called Shark Rocks. When we surfaced, we triangulated our position.
For the second dive, our instructor laid out a course of six markers, then gave us a list of bearings and distances. Ha ha, we think, this'll never work.
I navigate the first leg and we plow straight over marker 1. Our instructor sorts us out and we head off for marker 2. This time we see the marker... but it's marker 3. Oops. My buddy figures out that she can find marker 2 using a reciprocal heading. Cool. Except I'm looking the wrong way and I get left behind in a cloud of silt. I hover for a few seconds, hoping it will clear, and then the others come back for me. We find marker 2, we find marker 3 again, and then it's my turn to navigate to marker 4. We swim straight up to it. Hurrah! I'm estimating fewer kick cycles per metre now, and my new figure seems more accurate.
We find markers 5 and 6, and then turn round to go back to the beginning. On the way from marker 5 to marker 4, I forget that I'm supposed to be using a reciprocal bearing and go 10m/30ft in the wrong direction. I'm thoroughly annoyed, but I turn round, go 20m in the right direction and swim straight up to marker 4. It's rapidly becoming my favourite marker.
We finish the course and surface, then attempt to drop back on to Shark Rocks, using the bearings from the first dive. One silt-covered rock looks much like another to me, but our instructor thinks we're in the right place. No sharks, of course, but we find a small remora. It thinks we're fabulous. It gets in my face, it tries to attach itself to my neck, it gets inside my BC, it wiggles round my arm... it is the World's Most Annoying Fish. I end up swimming along with my hands around my neck, yelling abuse at it. Grr!
Overall, the course was a lot of fun. I'm still kind of hazy about the east-west thing, but I'm much better at holding a bearing and estimating distance. And we got wet, which is always good.
Zept