From Dive master to Luxor
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I guide my brother along the Light House dive site, Dahab |
Presenting another universe to someone, guiding them to see something more spectacular than what their mind could imagine, is just indescribable. You’ve just invited them to a new world and they aren’t leaving anytime soon. You can see it in not just their eyes, but their body language how grateful they are, and all I did was my job.
Correct all I did was my job, and that’s why I love it! Being a dive master you’re not earning the big bucks, but does money really matter when you love what you do for work . . . ? we all know you can’t buy happiness anyway. You make enough to keep your head above water so to speak and not only that show people how amazing the world beneath the sea is?
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A few refresher skills before we start our dive |
I wasn’t a lone soldier here, I was living with a younger English lad who also completed his DM course and was sculling alongside me. Whilst sculling this potently foul alcohol my instructor had the audacity to brew, I had the urge to vomit, and nope I would not let up at that moment. I continued chugging, a few seconds later I was on the breach of regurgitation. I couldn’t force it down anymore letting the remaining brew gush from the snorkel onto my feet splashing the crowd of my mates cheering us on. This I could deal with as long as I was not vomiting everywhere.