[quote]OctoberGirl wrote:
Abigail? What are you doing on percocet?
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Just a couple days worth; got my hand slammed in a truck door.
[quote]Rykker wrote:
OctoberGirl wrote:
Abigail? What are you doing on percocet?
Just a couple days worth; got my hand slammed in a truck door.[/quote]
Did you piss of the little woman? We are dangerous creatures my friend.
[quote]OctoberGirl wrote:
Rykker wrote:
OctoberGirl wrote:
Abigail? What are you doing on percocet?
Just a couple days worth; got my hand slammed in a truck door.
Did you piss of the little woman? We are dangerous creatures my friend.
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Heh… actually, it was a little woman; and yes, you are.
I was helping some friends move their new couch. Their little girl had come along for the ride to the furniture store.
We were sitting in the truck (extended-cab), chillin’ with the doors open (nice day), discussing how we were going to get the couch up the stairs once we got it back to the apartment complex. Little girl was hopping around the parking lot, in that care-free way that kids have. When it was time to go, she decided to be helpful and close my door before she got in the front seat with her mother. I had my hand on the upper part of the door frame and wasn’t watching her. She didn’t notice my hand. CRUNCH
Luckily, nothing broke – pretty decent swelling and bruising, though. Throbbed like a mofo later that night.
Got me some homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the deal, too. The little girl asked her mom to help her make some for me 'cuz she felt bad.
[quote]rrjc5488 wrote:
Oh come on, this is so damn cute…[/quote]
Enough with the Thai food pics. Did you get any pics of the turtle?
DB
[quote]dollarbill44 wrote:
rrjc5488 wrote:
Oh come on, this is so damn cute…
Enough with the Thai food pics. Did you get any pics of the turtle?
DB[/quote]
DB!!!
man do you smell that… ??? it’s the hellfires roasting the bottom of DB’s feet
[quote]dollarbill44 wrote:
rrjc5488 wrote:
Oh come on, this is so damn cute…
Enough with the Thai food pics. Did you get any pics of the turtle?
DB[/quote]
HA!
No, I havent brought my camera down with me, yet. I probably wont be diving anytime soon, either. I’ve got some sort of nasty flu.
Hey everyone, sorry this thread has shit the bed the past few days. I’m just getting over a pretty nasty flu that had me off the boat and hanging around my room.
Anyway…
Yesterday I DMed the boat. Basically, I ran (not drove) the boat and partnered all the divers, did roll call, etc. Fuck me sideways. It was one of the most stressful things I’ve done in a long ass time.
One of the new divers, who really needs to brush up on his diving skills almost gave me a heart attack.
I sent him down with two other divers, one of which has been here for quite a while and knows the site. There was a miscommunication underwater and basically, he waited at the wreck entrance while the other two went in (which, in and of itself was a bad choice, but turned out he only went into one room and could see the diver at all times.) The diver waiting outside relized he was very low on air, freaked, and ascended way too quick and then missed his safety stop (which his computer turned into a required deco stop from a fast ascent) and then surfaced alone. He snorkeled over to the boat, and it was 90 seconds before he took his fucking head out of the water so we could get his attention to make sure he was OK.
A few minutes later, another ONE of his dive buddies surfaces, alone.
Trig was on the boat. Fucking hell.
After they all surfaced, we gave them all a talk and crap like that, and it was just a simple misunderstanding, but it still shouldnt have happened.
The next dive, three instructors went down together for a fun dive and between the three of them they surfaced with basically no air.
While on the way back to the dock, an aquanaut employee (who has been put on the boat recently to ‘supervise’) wanted to have a meeting adressing everything that’s happened today.
This massive tool, Kurt big-bollocks, turned Kurt mega-bollocks, turned Kurt monster-bollocks, thank God was talked to by the instructors who are also interns who basically told him to shut the fuck up, fuck off, and we’re all adults and arent going to be talked down to and take this guy’s shit. It was awesome haha.
Last night, over beers talking about the day, and this idiot Kurt… Humility came up, and I quoted something TC has said in his book, and a guy from the UK actually read the book, and liked it. So, currently one of the other interns here who’s actually leaving in a few days is reading it. I thought that was pretty cool.
Tommorow night, a bunch of the interns are taking an overnight trip to a far island for some night and dawn diving on a nice wreck. I’m really fucking pumped for that. I’ll report back probably on wednesday with how that went.
So yeah, that’s the latest.
[quote]rrjc5488 wrote:
Hey everyone, sorry this thread has shit the bed the past few days. I’m just getting over a pretty nasty flu that had me off the boat and hanging around my room.
Anyway…
Yesterday I DMed the boat. Basically, I ran (not drove) the boat and partnered all the divers, did roll call, etc. Fuck me sideways. It was one of the most stressful things I’ve done in a long ass time.
One of the new divers, who really needs to brush up on his diving skills almost gave me a heart attack.
I sent him down with two other divers, one of which has been here for quite a while and knows the site. There was a miscommunication underwater and basically, he waited at the wreck entrance while the other two went in (which, in and of itself was a bad choice, but turned out he only went into one room and could see the diver at all times.) The diver waiting outside relized he was very low on air, freaked, and ascended way too quick and then missed his safety stop (which his computer turned into a required deco stop from a fast ascent) and then surfaced alone. He snorkeled over to the boat, and it was 90 seconds before he took his fucking head out of the water so we could get his attention to make sure he was OK.
A few minutes later, another ONE of his dive buddies surfaces, alone.
Jason’s down there looking for trig
Trig was on the boat. Fucking hell.
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My best buddy from high school (I was supposed to go to Parris Island with him, but he had legal troubles and was delayed) was into diving. He was diving in a cove in Massachusetts for quahogs (big clams) with another buddy of his. They lost sight of one another. Only one surfaced. They found my buddy on the bottom with the sack of quahogs tied to his belt.
[quote]rrjc5488 wrote:
Hey everyone, sorry this thread has shit the bed the past few days. I’m just getting over a pretty nasty flu that had me off the boat and hanging around my room.
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Hope you’re feeling better.
Just had to bump this thread to the first page for Ryan, especially since I posted on Push’s thread. 
[quote]Loose Tool wrote:
My best buddy from high school (I was supposed to go to Parris Island with him, but he had legal troubles and was delayed) was into diving. He was diving in a cove in Massachusetts for quahogs (big clams) with another buddy of his. They lost sight of one another. Only one surfaced. They found my buddy on the bottom with the sack of quahogs tied to his belt.
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Sorry to hear that, dude.
Northeast diving is relatively dangerous.
Yesterday we got back from the overnight Samesan trip. It was awesome.
Tuesday started like any other Samesan trip. We took the baht bus 45 minutes down to the most foul-smelling-dried squid lined dock to the boat. After unloading an ungodly amount of tanks and gear onto the boat, we took off.
The first two day dives were normal wreck dives. I dived with Ashleigh and a foreign customer who spoke minimal english. It actually turned out to not be such a problem, but it was still a different experience.
The second dive was the same thing.
After that, we drove back to the dock and unloaded the customers and their kit’s and sent them on their merry way.
Thats when the “extreme team divers” trip started.
After dinner, which happened to be spaghetti bolognase, which also happened to be awesome, we set up our kits and waited for the sun to set.
While we’re waiting, we’re just hanging out, shooting the shit, when one guy comes up and hands everyone different colored glow sticks to “hook around our tank valves, or wear in your prince albert or whatever you want to do with it.”
Well, a few of the interns knew I have a prince albert and just started laughing. About 48 seconds later, the whole boat knew. So, that was pretty funny.
Phenomenal. How the shit am I going to bring that shirt home?
Once it was night, the first team kitted up and got in. We staggered the teams at half an hour so there would only be one team on the wreck at a time to avoid confusion of groups.
I was in the third group. Well, as the second group was on the dive deck, in the middle of getting ready/getting ready to get ready, I decided it would be a good idea to take a shit. As I’m squeezed into this bathroom, that happens to be the size of a refrigerator, minding my own business…
SLAM. Ian, one of the divers in group two, had to take a leak (as if he couldnt have done it 5 minutes later, in the water) and with the force of, what I’m convinced could have taken Warren Sapp out of a three point stance, opens the door and bends the lock.
Hilariousness ensues, but I’m sad to say there was no photographic documentation of the look on his face. I’m fairly certain he was more shocked than I was.
After that, and a few more laughs, we started kitting up. We jump in the water, and basically end up halfway to the back of the boat. The current had picked up like mad.
After swimming for what seemed like fucking forever, we were on the line and waited for a minute or two on the surface catching our breath.
Once we head down, pulling ourselves down the ascent line, the current was so bad my regulator was purging so I had to face towards the surface and pull myself down the line. It doesnt sound so hard, but I felt, and most likely looked, like a retard trying.
Once we made it down on the wreck, we swam along the side that was blocked from the current for a few minutes. After, we made it back to the descent line, we decided to head into the boiler room. This was fine, it’s a massive fucking room that can be argued its basically not even a real wreck penetration. Anyway, our brilliant dive leader thought it was a good idea to penetrate further into a corridor that led to the other boiler room.
So, we did. He went in first, then my other dive buddy, then me. By the time both of them had squeezed through, it had been completely silted out, and I was holding onto Mike’s (the guy in front of me) fin because I couldnt see anything.
I was actually so scared that I started holding my breath because I knew if for whatever reason we had to back up, it was going to take a while, and our air wasnt going to last that long. So, that was a pretty bad idea. After about 3 minutes, which seemed like a fucking eternity, we made it to the other boiler room, where we could actually see, and get out of the wreck, we head back to the line.
Turns out Mike had been breath holding, as well, so we all made an extremely slow ascent, and then did a 5 minute safety stop at 5 meters, instead of just three. While we were down there, the current had picked up even more. So, we all held on, looking like superman, all with our faces pointed down, this time, and shut our torches off. This was actually pretty cool, because bioluminescent creatures were flying past us so quick they lit up without us even moving and it was literally like that old windows screen saver with the stars.
Upon surfacing, drying off and putting on something warm, a few sentiments were spit back and forth peppered with some curses for dragging us through that corridor at night, while he silted the fucker out.
After everything was settled, we all went to the sun deck to get ready for bed and drank beer and smoked spliffs. Someone mentioned we were “in pressure group: chill.” haha.
Remember that inflatable alligator from the pool party? Well, I snaked him and I blew that up and actually slept on that. It worked very well, until it deflated halfway through the night.
The next morning, after a couple of pots of coffee, we get in the water.
After we all get in, we do realize there is some nice vis. It was about 15 meter visibility, which is about on par as the rest of Thailand’s diving.
Our plan for that dive was to find a cave that has been mentioned before, and find a missile. (The Thai navy happens to use this island as target practice, as well.)
We didnt find the cave, but found plenty of missiles. We brought one up that had already been detonated, but the majority of the ones we found at the bottom were still live.
The second dive was basically the same. Good vis, some good pictures, and a ton of missiles.
After that, we headed back to the dock, unloaded, thanked the captain, and headed back to Pattaya.
And that was the Samesan trip. Pics to follow.
Silhouette…
This is of the sunset, through the window that had this diver sticker on it.
This is the actual sunset.
Marking the missile.
Urchin.
I’m an idiot.
Bubbles in direct overhead sunlight.
The only reason this is actually red is because it was in about two meters of water.