Diving The Red Sea: Don’t Eat The Jellyfish

“Matt, you are superb at exhaling incredibly gradually. That is a pretty fantastic talent. That usually means you are a pure.”

Okay, not a ability that serves substantially function in the genuine globe, nor is it a trait that I get complemented on quite a great deal on dry land, but when my dive instructor advised me this when I was finding out how to dive back in September off the coast of Mozambique, I couldn’t support to think, “You know what? I am a very good exhaler, and it’s about time the world recognized my skills.”

Anyone’s whose gone via the procedure of studying to scuba dive can relate to this post over at the Uk Times this week, exactly where one particular intrepid traveler takes the plunge in the Red Sea in what has been described as one particular of the top rated ten wreck dive spots in the world (the other 9 range from destinations in Florida, Cyprus, and Papau New Guinea).

As a substitute, I breathe frenetically into my breathey point and hang precariously on the line they’ve thoughtfully dropped from the boat as however my daily life depends on it, which, frankly, it does, while Paul outlines all the skills I have to perform underwater to qualify as a diver: swim with no mask, swim with no mask and my eyes open, put my mask back on and clear it of water employing my nose, get the breathey thing out of my mouth, place it back, consider it out once more, but this time deliberately drop it, scrabble about to find it and check out not to die.
I attempt this, but mainly because I can’t see thoroughly due to my mask being total of water, I narrowly keep away from placing a jellyfish in my mouth as a substitute.

Don’t be concerned he lives.