Happened to me once near East Germany. Loosened my harness so that I could reach all the important bits, twin 100's blah blah blah. Don't purge anything, opened good tank slightly, air pocket and screwed in my first. Position of either was not an option. Quick purge, lots of breaths, heart rate almost back to normal whew. I was surprised that water didn't come gushing out like I had my garden hose in my mouth. Anyways I wanted to keep diving but where was my redundancy now? Murphy must have figured that he couldn't get me twice when he saw me tapping out some morse on the hull of a passing submarine, making sure of course not to damage the DIN thread. As I was having lunch with the captain, bit of a language barrier but we were both underwater men and the vodka helped, the tech walked in. He told Vladmir that he couldn't find any perceptible water ingestion because even though I had sucked my hoses concave before 1st stage removal they are still an air space and the sintered filter and HP, less than pinhole size orifices had acted as partial seals. This would be depth subjective. Also save human intervention the regs would last at least 100 yrs. He knew of my SPG concern and was going to soak it in warm water then blow it out, but supplies were low and the crew, well. Time to go. Have patience, not from the forum yet, didn't have any spare rubles on me so I gave Vlad the diveshop, how much could air cost, its only air and you had all the stuff here anyway speel and if you're ever diving my way and I'm driving past in a sub and decamped.
MY BUDDY!!!! So up I shoot oops start surfacing, All a blurr. Which bubbles? Am I following a catostylus mosaicus? Am I narced, vodka'd? Then I see it. A hanging human at 10 ft aghast, Marty Feldman eyes. We had survived another dive. We were Ok.
Yes my bud was still there but remember dive time was the twinkle of a star, not the time a twinkle takes to get here.
Saving a fortune on cyalume sticks, must have used Strontium reg grease.
Any readers that have lasted this long may imagine there is some artistic licence involved here. You are correct. I was diving solo.
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MY BUDDY!!!! So up I shoot oops start surfacing, All a blurr. Which bubbles? Am I following a catostylus mosaicus? Am I narced, vodka'd? Then I see it. A hanging human at 10 ft aghast, Marty Feldman eyes. We had survived another dive. We were Ok.
Yes my bud was still there but remember dive time was the twinkle of a star, not the time a twinkle takes to get here.
Saving a fortune on cyalume sticks, must have used Strontium reg grease.
Any readers that have lasted this long may imagine there is some artistic licence involved here. You are correct. I was diving solo.
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