As Bangkok became smaller in the distance I could hear its low bass-like
groans and cries as it lamented my escape.
The living breathing beast had not got me.
I flopped into the warm embrace of the dive resort on Kho Tao, already
feeling pleased about my decision to go there.
'Since you've already paid for the Divemasters, you don't have to pay for
any diving. You want to get in the water tomorrow and start your Rescue Diver
the day after?'
'Hmm. Ok.'
Five dives the next day and I was knackered. 6am til 9.30pm on the go.
The Rescue Diver course passed without incident. It was slightly
challenging at times but overall it was quite easy and fun.
During the 'Dive From Hell', the final assessment on the course, I had my
regulator ripped out of my mouth twice, my buddy losing all control of his
buoyancy and perhaps the funniest part was when the whole affair climaxed in me
having to pull my buddy back down because he had dropped his weight belt and
having sorted him out I turned around to find another buddy sat on the bottom
looking straight at me with no mask on.
Life here is pretty damn good at the moment, to be honest it couldn't get
much better. Diving every day, good weather and surrounded by nice and mostly
happy people.
Rock on!
