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Guilty Parties: Rich the Scot.

November 11, 2009

Well, he’s Rich McKay, from Scotland, Natch, and if you’ve been diving with any one of four dive companies in the Bay of Islands, then chances are you’ve come across him.  At one point he was thinking of making up a “Rich the Scot” T-shirt, with checkboxes on the back next to the names of companies he’s worked for, and people could buy them and tick off where they’d come across him.  Of course, he could also add on there names of pubs people have gotten drunk with him, but there’s only so much room on a t-shirt.

  Frequently asked questions on Dive North’s website list the question “Is Rich single?” the answer to which no-one really knows.  Including Rich.  I guess we’d just have to say probably, given Rich’s talent for using his personality as a contraceptive.  Currently, Rich fills his workaholic tendencies by working evenings in Vinnie’s Takeaways, the takeaway bar of champions, on the waterfront in Paihia.  He fills his alcoholic needs in any bar that hasn’t gotten around to chucking him out yet, where he will proudly display his fish-like capacity for smiley juice.

  At one point he was derided in the bay for being about as trustworthy underwater as a lace condom, with a habit of ripping people’s masks off and turning off their air, but it has since been revealed that he only pulls these tricks on English people who brag about how comfortable they are underwater, and DMT’s.  Unfortunately, I’m a DMT.  Fortunately, Not for Dive North.  Although, I bet any divemaster trained by Ty and Rich would breeze through a stress test…

  There is, however, a point where he cannot be trusted.  If you ever need to go for a wee off the back of the boat, MAKE SURE YOU GET THE BOAT KEYS.  Otherwise, with wetsuit down and wanger out, you may find Rich slamming the throttles forward and pitching you off the back into a patch of disgustingly slightly warmer ocean.  Like he’s done to me.  Twice.  One day I’ll get him back, and my revenge will be so good, it’ll be worth him doing it for the level of revenge I’m going to get.  And then I’ll be running.  I’m jogging a lot at the moment, getting my fitness up.  All I should have to do is lead him past the nearest bar…

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Dirty Fascist Bastards.

November 11, 2009

Do you sit in your bedroom, writing viruses? Do you even, as many around the world suspect, work for the ani-virus software companies in their covert virus writing departments? Well, congratulations if you do. You are now the third lowest form of life on the planet. The lowest, of course, being the car salesman.  Then the lawyers.  At number four, we have the cockroach.  Congratulations, you lame, codewriting nerds, you are less popular than the cockroach. 

As you may have guessed from the context, I have recently had a computer nearly destroyed by these smug little bastards.  I guess it’ll teach me for not running antivirus software on my laptop, but then the poor old thing is slow enough without all the extra crap demanding attention from the feeble little processor.  So I’ve just spent three weeks fixing the bloody thing.  And how, I hear you ask?  Well get this, you sad, pathetic wankers sitting in your dark bedrooms…  I happen to be a better coder than any of you.

It all started a month ago, when a friend’s Hotmail account got hacked, spewing out emails to his contacts that had three photos attached.  Of course, I clicked on a photo attachment, and zap.  Kicking myself really, but there you go…  The virus took the form of an antivirus program that jammed up my laptop for hours while performing a system scan, then demanded a credit card number before shutting the computer down.  Nice.  A little obvious though, when suddenly a professional-looking program appears out of the blue when you know you don’t have anything of the kind on there.  Starting in DOS and playing with the program eventually got rid of it, however, despite having to drag out all my old bursary computer studies notes from seventh form.

Now, thanks to these lame, sexless little nobodies, I have antivirus software on my laptop.  and it has duly reduced it’s performance below the level of my retro-gaming Amiga 500 setup.  People who write viruses should be dragged out the back, kicked in the head until they die, brought back to life, and then kicked in the head until they die again.

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Guilty Parties: Toni Ball

October 11, 2009

Well, her email address starts with the phrase Justballs. That tells you a lot about her, actually…

I first met Toni during my Advanced open water course. Her, Trev and myself were off the back of Roberton Island to do my photography dive, and Toni was there for her first ever drysuit dive. I was given the objectives for the photography. A shot of a fish. A shot of something on a rock. A shot of another diver. Preferably Toni, completely upside down struggling to control the buoyancy of her drysuit. This is how Trev’s mind works, and yes, it occasionally makes for a long day. It was a good dive, also, with Toni failing to allow me to meet the criteria by having little trouble getting used to her drysuit. Of course, the camera battery running flat when I took a shot of the boat on entering the water had me on the back foot for a start. (I later tried again, this time on Truelove reef. I got some awesome photos, despite failing to find the reef, but I’d already done the Nav dive by then…)

Toni (Right), Me (Middle), Energy healing chick from Russell (Right)

Toni (Right), Me (Middle), Energy healing chick from Russell (Right)

I got to dive with Toni again on Tapeka Point, this time as part of my rescue course. I don’t know whether it was her or just the boat moving, but we were in 9 metres, about to ascend with Toni on my alternate air source, when the anchor rope ripped my mask off. This made things more interesting, and a lot more blurry.

New to DiveOps this season, Toni is a Master Diver Instructor for PADI, and has many years’ experience in diving. She has dived all over the world, settling in Paihia where she worked for the original incarnation of Dive North. One of her goals in diving is to log 1000 dives. She’s probably already done well over 1000, just hasn’t logged all of them. Note to new divers: log your dives! She particularly loves the Rainbow Warrior, and our recent Twin Wreck run made her fall in love with the old girl all over again!

She was married to the Information Centre on the Russell Wharf for many a year, (As well as Human husband, Phil, a skipper for Explore NZ) and in the past couple of years has recommended many divers to us (Plus loads of water taxi work). Many of our divers were going straight back to her, telling her what an awesome day they’d just had in the bay with those two lunatics!

With the season being slightly slow to take off she’s been “Doing Time” in our shop on the Paihia wharf, leading many to comment she’s just swapped wharfs! Never mind, Toni. Summer is approaching fast and I’m sure we’re all gonna have a really good time together… Soon it’ll be warm enough to start the surface interval “Off the Roof Bomb Contest!” (I still think I do the best backflips. One day I want to do one at speed. Maybe not full speed, at first, but some speed…) She has a quick sense of humor, and, like the rest of us, is not afraid to rip lines out of sitcoms and movies for comedic purposes.

She actually reminds me a lot of my Aunt, Leone…

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A Skipper who giggles insanely fills everyone with confidence.

October 10, 2009

What a day today…  2 metre lazy swells, peaking up to 2.5 metres!  Thomas and Magalie, from France, were with us for the day for two reef dives, and Paula, from Finland, diving the Canterbury.  Throw in a token appearance from Rich the Scot, Who is always up for a free dive.  Heading out through the Albert channel though, and Hat Island kept disappearing under huge rolling hills of water!  It’s the reason why we call the Albert channel the “Washing Machine”…  Deep sea comes up shallow over a couple of low-lying reefs and then, for good measure, recoils off the Rawhiti headland to create a mess which can get huge!

Me, taking a photo, of Magalie, Taking a photo, of Deepwater Cove.  We could line up more pgotographers!  Expect this joke to run and run.

Me, taking a photo, of Magalie, Taking a photo, of Deepwater Cove. We could line up more photographers! Expect this joke to run and run.

This is where my insane giggling started, as I threaded the boat through the huge waves, smoothing the ride out, with a few awesome zero g freefalls. Luckily due to the size of the waves, all the landings were good!  We got out to Deepwater Cove, only to discover three of the four marker buoys have disappeared off the ship.  Cam, Rich and Paula geared up and descended, to find problem number two…  An algae bloom, dropping vis down to two metres on the surface, and five on the wreck. 

Off to White Reef for Thomas and Magalie to have the first of their reef dives.  Still very limited vis, and this freaked Magalie out a little bit, not being able to see the bottom.  Toni, through patient guidance, managed to get her down and Magalie and Thomas had a nice dive, with abundant fish life. 

Toni, Showing Rich the Scot approximately how big his knob will be after the dive! (Not even remotely true...)

Toni, Showing Rich the Scot approximately how big his knob will be after the dive! (Not even remotely true...)

All ashore for lunch, and I stayed with the boat for the changing of the tanks, while Rich stayed on board to talk at me.  A quick swapout, and we were off, this time heading back inside the islands with the swell predicted to increase for the afternoon.  After trying and rejecting two other sites, one because the swell was huge, and the other because the boat took a huge wave over the side during the brief, we settled on Discover Bay, off Moturua Island.  Vis and fish life limited here, but Cam at least managed to scope out a prospective Paua site for future reference…

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Guilty Parties: Bev Lochore.

October 9, 2009

Well, when I started driving boats in November 07, there was, on the boat, a VHF radio. On the other end of this radio were a motley assortment of faceless people. There was Stuart, the always happy then strangely grumpy dude. There was Barry of the long pause, who you often thought had fallen asleep at the helm, so to speak, because of the long pause between call and reply. There was a strange chick with an accent whose name I never learnt. Then there was the dusky voiced lady, Bev.

Bev Lochore, in hat, smiling and waving.  This is not uncommon.

Bev Lochore, in hat, smiling and waving. This is not uncommon.

Always cool, calm and collected (I’ve never heard someone control themselves so well when bollocking people for planning their whole weekend on the radio), she quickly became The Person You Hoped Was On Today. It was about a year later I discovered I’d been seeing her husband behind her back! (oo-er!) Bev, it turned out, was the better half of Trev, the Instructor I’d talked into teaching me how to dive.

Born somewhere in England and raised Properly, with an odd habit of apologizing all the time, Bev is not only Trev’s partner, but a divemaster, skipper, licensed radio operator (Natch), occasional lifeguard, Maker of Very Nice Sandwiches and Post Dive Coffee, and all around top bloke-ess. She also likes to dish out the occasional warning growl, ranging from the “Quiet, discreet friendly warning” (i.e you’re putting your regulator on upside down during an assessment), right through to the “Do that again and I’ll rip out your liver!” (Such as when you use the over-the-head BCD technique or walk into her lounge wearing your dirty shoes.)

Another refugee from Paihia Dive, who, like so many others, has moved on to better things, Bev enjoys reading, watching DVD’s, Spending the day watching over the precious little children at Kawakawa swimming pool (!), Dispensing food and love to Wally the Cat, and then passing the remaining love onto Trev. She is also the reason Trev wears a drysuit, I guess! (If anyone sees her rush outside and barf, don’t worry, she probably just read that last bit!) She also enjoys blogging, helping out others, and delivering rapier-like wit. Not like mine, either… Most of mine is just lifted from mid-80’s british sitcoms.  And, if you’re reading, Trev, She would really, really like an anchor winch for Christmas!

So if you ever get the chance to dive with Bev, go for it! I would almost guarantee you’ll have an awesome day. Unless you are a fool, in which case you shall not be suffered lightly. For is it not written, “And the lord came down; from an high place; and offered him a carrot?” Go on, guess the sitcom…

And I wonder what I shall receive when Bev reads this… If I’m very lucky, a hug and a nice coffee. If I’m just lucky, a cross look and a warning growl… If I’ve made a right bollocks of it, it’ll be Bye Bye liver!

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Murray gets talked at for an hour and a half…

October 7, 2009
Murray from Melbourne, over 400 dives!  One day I'll get there...

Murray from Melbourne, over 400 dives! One day I'll get there...

Off to the Canterbury again today, this time with Murray from Melbourne, a man who works with other people’s money for a living  and yet still has had time to clock up over 500 dives!  People like this basically give Cam the day off, No handholding needed!

Tying up to the Canterbury the water looked murky and green, but as they descended they got below the murk to find around 15 metres of visibility and loads of fish life (I hope…  I wasn’t there!).

For our second dive, the calm water allowed us to get out of Deepwater cove and they dove the point tunnel just around the corner.  Cam was after a couple of bugs (Northland’s third currency!) and managed to snag two reds and a Packhorse in the tunnel.  They used up all their dive time in the caves and tunnels bughunting, and came up about 300 metres from the boat!  However, feeling nice and generous, I up-anchored and motored over to pick them up… you owe me one, Cam! 

Trevor and Ramone, the two reds on the right, now live on the wreck, in the reserve.  Craymond the Packhorse went on to a great career as a main course.

Trevor and Ramone, the two reds on the right, now live on the wreck, in the reserve. Craymond the Packhorse went on to a great career as a main course.

Back into deepwater for a quick de-gear session, and Cam decided the two red crays were going back (The packhorse big enough on it’s own to cover his needs) so as we motored out on our way home, we stopped off over the Canterbury again to give the crays a nice new home.  Enjoy, boys! And stay in that Rahui, if I see you outside the reserve in a year or two, you won’t be getting away twice!

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Welcome To Northland: Please Try Not To Crash And Die.

October 7, 2009

Wayne brown, it has been said, did nothing but make derogatory comments regarding the state of Northland tourism in front of prime minister John Key during the launch ceremony of Ipipiri, the new flagship of fascist mega corporation, Intercity group.

Fascist megacorporation flagship Ipipiri.  Now stopping people fishing off the wharf.

Fascist megacorporation flagship Ipipiri. Now stopping people fishing off the wharf.

The comments Wayne Brown made were not entirely reported.  This is not unusual for the chronicle.  When reviewing the works of local minority artists holding exhibitions it is not uncommon for the chronicle to “Detail what the artiste has for breakfast on any given Sunday”, yet any “Bad News story” gets quietly skirted around, barely mentioned, and in many cases, not mentioned at all.  In the case of the Ipipiri launch, it devoted most of the article’s space to praising Uberfascist John Key for lowering himself to turn up at all, and then they filled the rest of the front page with pictures of Opua Primary school kids crowded around Key.  Don’t they have better things to do than make an elected official look like he cares?  Like be in school?  Learning?  Never mind, let’s not get world – weary and cynical here.

John Key himself made a telling statement: regarding the upcoming “Nudie Nuptials” contest run by unfunny radio station “The Edge” (Where the winners got married in the nude on Ipipiri), he stated this was a great idea, as the rooms on the boat have nowhere for people to hang their clothes.  Ten million dollars and no clothes hooks?  I hear now they hand out free earplugs because the walls are paper thin.  The crew famil night led to complaints to management because people could hear other people shagging in the next room.  Through the paper-thin walls.  Nice.

A letter to the editor in a later issue refers to hotels charging 200 dollars a night for rooms with linoleum flooring and Formica benchtops.  Well, if Wayne did actually come out with this one, he has a good point.  If I’d forked out $200 for a hotel room and then discovered it looked like it was last made over circa 1971, I’d be a little pissed.  Actually, I’d want the Hotelier’s head on a stick.  I once stayed in a hotel in Wanaka which had this exact look, but it overlooked the lake and only cost me $60 for the night.  Using this comment as a point of reference, what were the rest of the comments made by Wayne Brown, and was he being controversial for shock value, or did he actually have a point?  Is northland tourism, as he claimed, actually “A Joke?”  Well, if you work in the industry up here you have a job for about 5 months of the year.  7 months of the year, you’ve got to find something else to do.  Paihia in the middle of winter still resembles little more than a ghost town, and it’s not unusual for a business to start at the beginning of summer and be broke before the next one rolls around.

Fullers, Great Sights, Intercity, Pick your company.  All the money goes to the same fascist corporation.

Fullers, Great Sights, Intercity, Awesome NZ, Newmans coachlines. Pick your company. All the money goes to the same fascist corporation.

Plus, working on the dive boat, I quite often get asked what there is to do in Paihia.  Well, If we’ve dived Cape Brett, then you’ve seen the best of the bay.  You can go out at night and get drunk.  You can watch a culture show at the historic treaty grounds.  You can go to Adventure World and play the most infuriating minigolf in the country.  You can go to Woolworth’s.  Quite often my answer is “Ummm…”

Wayne Brown in his term has a reputation for disturbing the established “Old boy’s” club style of local governance.  Many councilors want him gone, mainly because he has written them out of jobs.  From letters to the editor again, which quite often resembles nothing more than a propaganda sheet for councilors and minority interest groups with an axe to grind, it seems Wayne is merely establishing a new order of an Old Boy’s club, but considering that’s all we’ll ever get in local body politics, why not let him set it up and get on with the job?  We elected the man into power, after all!

So:  Why was the whole incident not reported in the chronicle? (Apart from the fact it’s a total happy rag which seems to avoid bad news in the area at all costs)  Why are the comments not reported for wider public consideration?  Why are we just told that our mayor is negative and bashes northland?  If the man has good, valid points shouldn’t we be working on them as a whole to improve tourism in northland?  After all, we have a fantastic destination here.  We just need to let people know it is here.

Personally, I think perhaps the Chronicle should:  devote itself entirely to Whining letters to the editor from outraged minorities pretending they’re majorities.   Drop the brave stories of crap northland Artistes who, since Helen Clarke’s reforms, no longer have to look for a job while they’re on the Dole as long as they bash out a canvas of vomit or pass off tall piles of rocks as sculptures every now and then.  Increase the advertising volume.  Increase the size of the rag twofold.  At least then I won’t be tempted to read this pile of shite when it drops through the letterbox, and can just shred it to light the fire. 

And any artists who I’ve enraged: Rack right off.  When an overseas artist can call a janitor, have him scatter the rubbish other “Works of art” were wrapped in all over the floor, and then walk away with thousands of dollars of grand prize money FOR TELLING SOMEONE ELSE TO MAKE A MESS then it’s obvious the whole deal is a pathetic joke.  Get a real job.  The old fable “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, has, in the light of modern society, turned out to be a telling documentary of the state of social decay.

(I.e, let’s spend hundreds of thousands of dollars for rock piles on concrete called “Sculpture”, and more hundreds of thousands on a shithouse designed by a dirty hippy.  Instead of, say, spending hundreds of thousands of dollars fixing Northland’s roads so they don’t still look like the world war two Army-built goat tracks they really are.  “Welcome to Northland-Please Try Not To Crash And Die.)

Have a nice day!

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At Last! We’re Wrecked As, Bro!

October 4, 2009

Today we had four divers on, for the first ever DiveOps War & Peace special, a new day of fun which takes in the Rainbow Warrior and the Canterbury in one hit.  It also allows you to see the Cavalley Islands and the Bay of Islands all in one fell swoop.  (Perhaps we should throw in a hole in the rock drive by…  Hmmm…)

For this monumental occasion we had Willem return from yesterday.  He’d been promised and booked a Rainbow Warrior dive with another dive company, but probably due to numbers on the day they’d cancelled…  Joining Willem were Andy, Sandy and their son Richard.  They all dived the Canter bury with us on Easter Monday earlier in the year, so it was a whole cast of “Repeat Offenders!”

Snazzy new exposure suits!  One day soon, we will wear them for a night on the town.  That's just how we roll.

Snazzy new exposure suits! One day soon, we will wear them for a night on the town. That's just how we roll.

The day started well, getting up nice and early to get out to the Warrior before the wind picked up.  However, as we poked Deep 6’s nose out through the gap in Cape Wiwiki, it seemed the wind had beaten us.  A howling northerly blowing up about a metre of short chop.  Nothing dangerous for Deep 6, but it did drop our cruising speed down from the usual 28 knots to an average of 18, sometimes dropping to 8 when the waves started ganging up on us!  Never mind, superior skippering skills made the ride very comfortable (I.E no-one ended up in a spinal unit – Ed).  A brief one hour fifteen minute journey and we were there!  And my right hand was aching from all the throttle control (Boo hoo, get over it, sook! – Ed)

We suited up for a Red Team Go! Entry, in a quiet bay just around the corner from the Warrior (Because the northerly was blowing the swell straight into it, as it does) and whipped around the corner, gave the brief, and the divers were off!  45 minutes later, after being tied to the wreck with a 2 metre swell rolling the boat, they resurfaced, lucky at this point they weren’t coming back up through a sea of skipper berley!  We whipped back around the corner to a sheltered bay for a quick cup of tea, and I discovered we had a problem…

Toni hasn’t dived the Warrior for years.  She’s now totally fallen in love with it all over again!  She fawned like a lovestruck… well, fawn, I guess…  I know how she feels, I fell in love with the Warrior the first time I dove it!  Still teeming with Nudibranches and various fish life, we decided we’d better add a bit to the brief about not touching the old wreck, as (Diver who shall remain nameless – Ed) steadied himself by grabbing handrails, etc.  Hey, Buddy!  You see how the wreck’s totally covered with life?  Guess how it gets there…  No, not through constant handling!

Cups of tea drained, it was back out from the shelter of the cavalleys for the open water trip across to Deepwater Cove.  With rain dragging the visibility (Above water) down to about four miles, while the guys were down on the Warrior I finally figured out how to drive Deep 6’s GPS, and had a nice highway set straight to the Canterbury, a distance of 21 nautical miles.  With a following sea, however, the ride was a lot faster and a lot smoother this time!  Within about an hour we were there.

Everyone in this camera has an expensive digital camera.  Willem's is the most expensive.  Cam now lusts after Willem's camera.  Never mind, one day he'll find out what girls are for.

Everyone in this camera has an expensive digital camera. Willem's is the most expensive. Cam now lusts after Willem's camera. Never mind, one day he'll find out what girls are for.

Lunch in Maungonui bay, overlooking the remains of the old gamefishing lodge, a dive brief and they were off again onto the Canterbury.  Fish life a little bit sparse today (Perhaps they’d all been driven away by the weather, the chickens!)  Half an hour later they were back, and after stowing the gear, back off to Paihia.  By now the wind had really picked up, a two metre breaking northerly swell coming straight sideways at us as we ran for the shelter of the islands, with Cam on the bow, hanging onto the rope, giggling like a child!  Well, if I wasn’t driving, that’s exactly where I’d be!  I asked Richard if he’d like a shot on the bow “Fun Ride”, but he was not game…  Perhaps he’s underinsured?  Who can tell.

All in all, it was an absolutely awesome trip, with good personalities again, and everyone in a good mood despite the weather.  Days like this are what makes diving so much fun!

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Now THIS is a Staff to Customer ratio!

October 2, 2009

One assistant instructor, one Master Diver Instructor, One Customer. (Plus one Crew Bitch, I.e You! – Ed) Even if we’d really tried nothing could have gone wrong today! Considering the Customer, Erica from Scotland, is a Sports Diver Instructor, the ratio was kind of wasted really. Never mind, the more we can get Toni diving the Canterbury before the summer hordes arrive the better!

Toni and Erica get out of the wind, and soak up the sun.  I'm making the cafe ole and soup du jour on a serviette with a petit cruyer while serving the poulle frite.  Baguette?

Toni and Erica get out of the wind, and soak up the sun. I'm making the cafe ole and soup du jour on a serviette with a petit cruyer while serving the poulle frite. Baguette?

Erica was one of those funny kind of people that have you wondering how far you can push them, humour-wise. This had me aiming low most of the day. (Plus, they’re probably usually laughing at the way you seem to think you have some sort of say about proceedings – Ed) When she came up from the second dive and the expletives about her flooded camera flew, I guessed I could have been a little coarser! That’ll teach me for underestimating the Scottish! Still, I managed to provoke Toni into using the old Austin Powers/Doctor Evil “Shhh!” joke. Wow, who would have known service history in this industry means feck all! Five minutes on the boat and she’s running the place! (Well, someone has to… plus, like I said, Crew Bitch – Ed)

One lovely Canterbury Dive, one lovely lunch with restrained crap-throwing session, one more lovely Putahataha Island dive. I’m pretty sure Erica loved the dives, but the problem with people who’ve done hundreds of dives would be that they’re kind of reserved in their reactions. Plus Erica’s done some pretty awesome dives at Scapa Flow in Scotland… That’s where divers fresh out of Open Water course are fun, you take them on the Canterbury and their head nearly pops! In a good way, though.

Back to the Brand New shop on the Paihia Wharf, and at least Cam managed to get some awesome photos from both dives! Cam, Toni and Erica flicked through them all and Erica picked out the best of them for her photo CD, while I got to pack up the gear and load it all into the other boat for retrieval, the hard work, behind – the – scenes magic that makes the rest of the day seem so seamless! (Like I said before, Crew Bitch… And you know what I said about explanation marks… – Ed)

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Imagination, style, horsepower, driving rain…

October 2, 2009

Four divers today, but something of a mixed bag…  Wilhelm, a highly experienced gent (Over 500 dives!) wanting to do a photography dive on the Canterbury; Yoland, Wanting to do an adventure dive on the Canterbury; and Sophie & Tim, Fascist organization oppressors (They’re in the military – Ed) wanting to do two reef dives.  I love these mixed bag days.  Bye Bye lunch!  Never mind, that’s what the huge salary is for, I guess! (I thought we banned the absinthe after the Basil Brush fiasco – Ed)  A good chance, however, to bring new bod Toni Ball on board for her first day with DiveOps!

I don't know about you, but I'd feel safe with these two underwater...

I don't know about you, but I'd feel safe with these two underwater...

Anyhoo, we left Paihia just as it started to rain and headed out to Deepwater Cove, the weather getting better and better as we got further out (Normal up here, it can be hosing down on the mainland but sunny right out the coast).  A nice gentle lift, just enough to be annoying on deep 6 but not enough to have any fun with.  Out on the Canterbury with Cam giving the brief as Toni watched on…  I love it when Cam’s nervous, he goes Ummmm a lot!  Wilhelm (Who liked to be called Wim) instantly earned a nice premade hot drink by saying he’d never received such awesome service on a dive boat as I helped him suit up!  However, since Yoland was doing her Deep adventure dive for her advanced cert and was busy having Toni show her what pressure was going to do to her coke bottle and learning how to tie a bolan, I guess she had more on her mind than complimenting me…  Still, make your own damn coffee!

I helped Tim and Sophie get into some snorkeling gear so they could go for a quick paddle before their dive.  Tim is a firefighter for the Air force, Sophie a medic for the Army, both living in Palmerston North.  Sophie got in first, and with them both having done their courses in Bali she let out a fine scream as the water seeped into her suit!  This made Tim a little reluctant, so I asked if he could lift his foot up so I could have a look at his fin strap…  Sucker!  One quick leg lift and he was screaming like a wuss!  While they were waiting, they both had an attempt at freediving down to see the ship, Tim managing to get a faint glimpse before running out of air.  Now they both want to come back and have another look!

Village Idiot's boat sinks, Sane people attempt salvage.

Village Idiot's boat sinks, Sane people attempt salvage.

With Wim and Yoland back on board and us now anchored over White Reef, Tim and Sophie geared up for their dive, and Cam took them down for a lovely dive, sadly bereft of stingrays at this time of year, but with loads of clown Nudibranches.  For their first dives in New Zealand and out of course, they both came up very happy!

All divers together now for dive three of the day, and Cam and Toni led them round what we call the “Vanilla Putahataha”.  As opposed to the “Reverse Putahataha”.  There IS a difference…  Either way, this lovely dive takes in a large undersea cave filled with literally thousands of Bigeye fish, who all swarm the entrance if you get right up inside the cave and turn around to look back.  Still no stingrays, but loads of Nudibranches.  Maybe we should get some 5mm wetsuits made up for the stingrays for next winter…

Everyone back on the boat for the trip home now, after the obligatory post-dive soup du jour (Tomato today)(Who gives a rat’s arse? – Ed) and as Cam wanted to drive I jumped up the front with Sophie and Tim for the fun ride home.  Pity about halfway home it started to rain.  30 knots of boat speed into 30 knots of wind = 60 knot headwind (Which stole my new hat…) and rain spearing into your face like needles!  About halfway home I chickened out but Tim and Sophie stayed up there, in the driven rain, all the way home, occasionally getting slammed to the floor or slammed together by waves, and laughing uncontrollably the whole way.  Great success!

(By the way… Exclamation! Marks! Are! For! Wankers! – Ed)