stubsadventures

The dives are steadily getting more comfortable and also jam packed full of adventure. Each and every dive is just amazing in some way and often, when I get back on the boat and am sitting for a minute, I can hardly believe was has just happened.

The other thing that started to happen was the setting in of the reality of where we were diving and what historical significance it held. There were many places I saw bones. Some situations based on where the bones were found, you could tell how the person perished, one in particular that I will never forget. Although there is this huge amount of awe, wonder and lot of adrenaline in the dives themselves it was not just all adventure. There was a part me that felt privileged to witness such a big part of world war two history but to also be conscious and respectful of those who lost their lives here. There are constant reminders on the wrecks this is in fact, a war grave.

Diving four dives a day makes me exhausted. I am in bed sleeping every night by 830 and sleeping soundly though the night. I’m used to the constant rocking of the boat now and for the most part can pee in the middle of the night without hurting myself in some way on the way to the bathroom.

9th Dive
120ft
40min

Saw some boots in one of the holds. Was a weird feeling. Beautiful masts on this boat.

10th Dive
104ft
47 min

Crazy engine room tour again, gauges in there with glass still covering then, clock on the wall of the engine room. Loved the prop on this boat, that was the deepest part of the dive. Bottles on the wall in one of the holes totally still stacked because there were packed so tightly. Some of the wooden crates still intact.

11th Dive
105ft
52 min

The most unbelievable dive that can ever be done. This was the ride of a life time and the biggest test of my courage to date. Sam had me so far inside the ship, I had no idea which way was up. Through the dark hallways, doors, different floors of the superstructure. Literally so dark you could not see your hand in front of your face. The flashlight was my friend. It was a crazy maze of steel that we negotiated for about a half an hour. More than once I got stuck and had to wriggle out. And also more than once, I would be pulling myself or having to try two or three different ways before finding the right way to fit through some of the openings with your tank on. For the guys at work who know what I mean: this is the ultimate confined space. My heart was racing after this dive. Adrenaline was pumping through my whole body. What I wrote in my journal was; “this is what dreams are made of”.

12th Dive
82ft
49 min

Cool wreck, this one was blown in half. Was a cool gun on the bow and some amo had been brought up around it for display. Lots of bullets. Three trucks on this wreck with most the body work on them rotted away. Lots of tiny fish on this dive. Very awesome masts to decompress on.

Stubs.