Category: Diving

I put up this video two years ago. It was made using my old Nikon Coolpix 4200 4.2PM digital camera. For those who have not taken up scuba diving, enjoy:

At Sugar Wreck during Hari Raya Aidil Fitri 2007 – picture by Deepblu

Yummy Baby said I looked pale yesterday. A lot crankier than I usually am. It is my Diver’s PMS.

I used to get this a lot…those days it used to be worse. There was a time that I never brought my dive equipment back with me because I would be diving week in week out. I was still doing so when I was first diagnosed with having hypertension and was diving without medication, much to the horror of some.

My 483rd dive really – taken by Deepblu at 29 meters depth, Secret Reef, Perhentian

I have slowed down now…a lot, I have. Putting underwater jobs aside, I have only been on two dive trips so far. One to Tioman, the other to Perhentian. I did 5 recreational dives in Tioman and only 4 in Perhentian, and that is soooo lame by my standards. My average up till July 2007 was 10 dives a month. Yes, I did 120 in 2005 and 120 in 2006 (I’m sure it surprises some as to how did I manage to celebrate my 200th dive in July of last year – actually it was my 483rd…HAHA! I was emotionally down and wanted to celebrate something…a backdated pic for my past achievement).

Diving in the dark wearing the Kirby Morgan KM-48 Full-Face Mask

My favourite kind of dive is still one that is deep, dark (night), looking for wrecks and also big fishes. Although you cannot dive solo recreationally (you are required to dive with a buddy), I am, by training, a self-sufficient diver. Therefore, I love to dive alone. Even in a group you would see me venturing off somewhere alone, more often than not, I’d be going deeper than the rest; and if depth and remaining air permits, I would dive deeper than the recreational limits, even on a recreational dive. I just love it when the pressure is great, it feels like you are in a tunnel somewhere and there is nothing around you…just sheer silence, broken intermittantly by the sound of your air being exhaled.

Blacktip Reef Shark – Tioman, April 2008

I must be bored right now for writing this. There are times when a dive can be boring for me, especially when I do bring my camera down, or if I have to guide people diving. So, I would play around, scaring other divers off, or do stupid things like humping a fellow diver from behind.

Humping Yusri at Batu Malang

Gosh…I am feeling bored. I should be going back underwater….AND SOON!

I still remember that day, July 1st 2005. Getting away from the boredom and tension of being in the nation’s most-favoured multinational company, my colleagues Niels and Andy, and a friend of mine, Ismail Othman, boarded the first Malaysia Airlines flight to Kota Bharu for a four-day break in Perhentian. From Kota Bharu airport, we took a cab down to Kuala Besut, then straight to Perhentian by boat.

Even though I was in Perhentian three and a half months before that for my daughters’ Open Water Diver course, it would be my first time diving with Seahorse Dive Center. On arrival, Ismail, Andy, Niels and I went to dive at Batu Nisan. Later that night, Kimi joined us and stayed with us at Seahorse’s dormitory (that very dorm has now made way for what is now the Seahorse Cafe – nice food there, people).

I was initially worried because Niels, coming from Germany, may have had a different perspective of what or how an accommodation should be like, so I was a bit apprehensive about the condition of the dorm. But he was cool about staying in a dorm that had only one window, wooden double-deckers, thin mattresses, one attached bathroom and one table fan, with only a 12-hour daily electricity supply. But I guess it was the company that mattered most, as it did during my trip with Yummy Baby, Gem Odorono Corleone, Herbivore Girl, Abang Rina, Betch President, Gombak4Life and Liverpool Babe.

Niels is a legal person. To me, he is funny and good fun, although some found him to be pushy. I can’t blame him because being a German, the motto macht mit einer großen Kanone Qualität counts. Andy is an avid topside photographer, meticulous and very detailed (redundant repetition?). He is very quiet at times, especially when he is engrossed with his work, but can deliver a mean joke from time to time. Ismail and Kimi were my daughters’ open water diver coursemates, but Kimi became my buddy when we went to Redang two months before the Perhentian trip.

I went for a night dive at Batu Nisan after which we had dinner at Abdul’s and it was fun. We slept fine that night as it rained heavily.

I woke up the next morning at 7am. Birgit Weber, the resident instructor and my Facebook friend was busy sweeping the floor with the statuesquely beautiful Divemaster, Larissa. Both Larissa and Birgit are Niels’s compatriots. We did the deepest dive first that morning at the Secret Reef, followed by another dive at Tukun Laut. In the afternoon, a member of the Singapore Marine Police, Jessie Tan, who was doing her Master Scuba Diver course did a dive with us at Tanjung Basi.

That night again we had dinner at Abdul before retiring.

The next morning, Larissa DMed us to Sugar Wreck. Niels buddied with Andy, Kimi and I, while Ismail, with the least number of dives, buddied with Larissa. During a simple penetration of the wreck’s cargo holds, Ismail was lost and had followed another group of divers. Then when we went to the top of the wreck to do our safety stop, Larissa panicked when she could not find Ismail. She was wide-eyed. I signalled for her to calm down. I then signalled to the rest to continue with their safety stop and surface when they were done. I then guided Larissa back to the wreck to search for Ismail. With our air running low, we had to surface – and there was Ismail, already in the dive boat, and he had followed his “lost buddy procedure” as briefed by the DM. The final dive of the trip was done at Sea Belle Rock…it is one of the places I hardly dive at, but is a very good dive site.

After the dive, I thought I’d play a prank and tell people I saw a Hammerhead underwater and took a picture of it.

I did see a Hammerhead; I just did not say it was a Hammerhead shark. It was after this that Andy quipped that I was a Nitrogen narcosis addict, and Kimi said maybe we ought to start a blog or website to write about our dive adventures. That was how Narcaholic was born.

It was a good trip with great friends – and because of that trip, I got to make lots of new friends through this blog, and meet my Yummy Baby

Birgit is no longer there. She is now with a dive center in Perhentian Kecil. Larissa last I heard broke-off with her boyfriend, James, and is now an instructor in the Maldives. Andy is now on his own doing photography and talks; Niels has also left the company and is now working elsewhere in KL; Ismail is missing in action; Kimi still comments on this blog, although I have not dived with him since March 2006.

Seahorse is now a double-storey dive center, and is still as busy as it was back then, and is still my favourite dive center in the Perhentians.

Yummy Baby and I have always agreed that we will not force each other to take up the other’s interest, or to share the same interests. That would then make us unique, being able to do other things and pursue our own interests without having the other half constantly breathing down our neck. However, I have broken that cardinal rule by asking her to take up scuba diving. Well, I did not exactly ask her to, but I wanted her to.

Yummy Baby has never snorkeled before, until she followed to me to the island one day, and with her friends, went snorkeling for the first time, and became murid lawan cikgu when she went on a snorkeling bout everytime I was out diving. And for a person who before this was making millions of excuses NOT to enter sea water at all, she gave me some problems when she had taken the chalet key with her snorkeling and I had to psyche myself up not to poo in my wetsuit, losing about 4kgs of sweat in the process.

I am a scuba freak. There were times that I would do 8 dives a day; commencing my first dive at around 4am, ending the last dive past midnight. The most dives I have done in a day in waters deeper than 4 meters and staying longer than 21 minutes was 24 dives. Of course, I had like 2 bottles of O2 on the standby topside so I could breathe pure oxygen everytime I surfaced. Don’t ask me what I was doing then but that was last year in January. On average I would do a minimum of 3 dives per day; that comes to about 6 dives per weekend trip. But the last trip, I did only 4 dives. 2 each day. That was below average, even by my worst standard – that is, diving when I am ill. One of which was a shore dive, and everyone knows I never do shore dives on an island trip unless I have to. And why was that so? I felt guilty leaving Yummy Baby alone when it was supposed to be our trip, albeit with friends, we were supposed to spend more time together, cementing the already tough bond. But there we were…on a trip together…she was doing her thing, and I was doing mine, and the only times we got to do things together was when we finally shut our eyes at night.

So that is the logical explanation for my wanting her to take up scuba diving. And I want her to enjoy further what she has seen from the surface while snorkeling.

And what is more satisfying than to enjoy things that de-stresses you with the one you love, like the view below?

And Yummy Baby is upset because I did not respond directly to her posting on the same topic. I’d rather do an elaborate response here on my blog.