GUE Tech 1, Croatia - PART SIX: Remember Larry Steakman & Maurizzio's Big Bill



The fifth day of tech 1 involved two experience dives, which would effectively complete the class. We did however have an additional day available if Rich felt any areas needed attention. Although this provided a nice buffer, it came at a cost; we felt the pressure. That morning over breakfast we had a conversation reminiscent of my GUE fundamentals class as Liam posed the quandary:


"How do you think we're doing?"


All proclamations about not caring how the course ended, and 'it's all about the learning,' were cast out the window. To be honest, after the amount of work put in to that stage, I wanted to pass; I wanted to pass real bad! It was quite a sobering thought as our team thrashed out various reasons that could lead to our triumph, or failure. 


The biggest fear I had with failing was I had tried my best and felt I was doing well. If Rich told me otherwise I simply couldn't imagine how I could fix it; I was at my peak.










We came to the conclusion we couldn't do anything more than try our best. As we rose from breakfast Liam made a poignant statement:


"No matter what happens today, I'm not trying to fuck this up for anyone."


It was funny, and I did chortle, but a truer word was never spoken. We agreed that was a good motto for the day and everyone relaxed ... a bit.


We collected our instructor, Jamie the Intern, and drove down to Krnica Dive Centre. On the way Rich pointed out our team could be a bit erratic during pre dive operations and we should have thought more about what, and when, we did things. 

To remedy our eclectic behaviour we allocated jobs to the team; Kerri got the analyser and suits, I got the cylinders, Liam got the boxes, and we all met outside on the benches to begin kitting up. It did work much better and we were ready to dive in no time. Liam was still last of course.





As we waited for the daily briefing we got to meet the coolest GUE diver out there - JP Bresser. The tall Netherlander strolled down from the pier like he was taking a stroll in the park; except he was decked out in a tailored DUI, full twinset, an Ali 80 on his shoulder, and a pair of mirror-finish ray bans. It was a Top Gun moment. Hell, even his van was cool.



A brief chat with JP revealed he and his tech 1 class would be joining us on the dive as well; that meant two of the top GUE instructors in the world would be in the water with us, plus an intern. The pressure continued to mount. 

Rich revealed we would be diving SS Vis and the Caserea Roserole; 51m and 45m dives respectively. I was thrilled about diving SS Vis. I had watched loads of you tube vids about the big cruiser, and I couldn't wait. It would also be my deepest dive to date and first on 18/45.


SS VIS

source: Technical Diving College


'Vis SS was a Yogoslavian Cargo Steamer of 1,872 tons built in 1921 by Dunlop Bremner & Co, Port Glasgow for Dampskinlsk Garonne (Fearnley & Eger) as the RENTERIA SS. In 1934 she was acquired by Brodarsko Drustvo ´Oceania´, Yugoslavia and renamed VIS SS. On the 13th February 1946 she was mined in position 45.07N 14.13E off Cape Masnjak on the Istrian coast.'




En route to the site our team conducted GUE EDGE and double checked our dive plan. We looked to Rich to confirm we speaking sense, but he was sleeping. I contemplated shaking him violently, waving a lifejacket in his face and screaming "WE'VE HIT A MINE AND BROKEN IN TWO PIECES!" but my tech 1 cert was within reach, so i didn't risk it.



The Dive

Checks done we were soon descending the shot line. The visibility was milkier than on the Lina dive, but it was still really good. Kerri had a few issues with her ears which resulted in a five minute journey to the bow of the wreck. 


The SS Vis came into view standing upright and proud - it was mind blowing. I checked my gauge to see i was at 50.0m. I felt very happy, which was excellent (I'm not a huge fan of deep) and then became irritated as i noted my dive time was creeping over the 7 minute mark. Our planned bottom time was 20 minutes, of which only 13 remained to explore the giant steamer.

courtesy Wreck & Cave

courtesy Wreck & Cave


We headed to the blunt end of the ship slowly taking in the vastness of the wreck. I loved it. The wreck was draped in old fishing nets, and when combined with the milky blue visibility it created a spooky 'ghost ship' like appearance, almost as if giant cobwebs hung from protruding masts and aerials. I searched and found Rich lingering within range, flashed my light to get his attention and gave him a huge 'OK' signal - it was awesome. He responded in kind and pointed to get close to the wreck.


courtesy Wreck & Cave


The funnel came into view, which was enormous. As i was skulking about the stack Liam signalled he had hit turn pressure. I signalled Kerri and began a bit too quick return to the shot. I was gutted the dive was over, it was just too short. We were also limited by our new 51m restriction. There was a lot of wreck beneath us that we couldn't get to. It seemed it would make a good Tech 2 dive …


courtesy Wreck & Cave


Back at the shot we positioned the team and initiated the ascent. I was deco captain and would be responsible for not bending everybody. I found it quite a liberating experience not having a computer telling me where to stop and for how long. It focused my attention and made me feel in complete control of the dive. The ascent rate of 9m/min was pretty good, and soon we were at 75% of max depth, where i slowed us down to 6m/min until we reached the 21m switch depth. The gas switches were much better than the previous dive, and i figured we were doing well. The stops were all pretty uneventful and soon we were counting down the minutes at the 6m mark. I did notice both Liam and Kerri appeared to be a little uncomfortable looking, which turned out to merely be a weighting issue.


Back on the boat Rich provided encouraging feedback. Overall the response was good. As per the Lina dive he seemed disappointed we hadn't had a decent look at the wreck, but i felt i got a lot from the dive and really enjoyed myself. When Kerri explained she was having trim issues all of a sudden, Rich did that weird GUE instructor sixth sense thing that always amuses me:


"Kerri, are you using a 3Kg tail weight?" 
"Yes," 
"Turn it round. You need the 2Kg to the bottom."



How did he know which way round? How did he know she was using a tail weight at all? Freaky.




Liam was next for a pep talk:

"Liam - you've changed something. Change it back."

Liam laughed;

"I haven't changed anything. I was just being a bit shit." 
"Well, don't be on the next dive." 
"Ok."



Our ship headed back to Krnica to exchange the cylinders and, amazingly, get fed over a well earned surface interval. I was half expecting to throw the tanks into the van, but apparently they were to be walked over to the dive centre; which was far enough i can tell you.


As i deliberated the shortest possible route to the bench at the front of the dive shop Jamie (from Neighbours) stormed past, twin 12's on his back carrying an ali 80 like a coke bottle. I decided 'i could do that' and followed suit. I decided 3 minutes later i couldn't. 





Liam kindly offered to carry Kerri's twinset, but she was already half way across so we left her to it. Kerri returned for her ali 80 and was awkwardly lifting it from the boat when Rich stopped her.


"That's a crap way to carry it; put it on your shoulder." 
"I can't, it's too heavy to lift up." 
"Allow me."

Kerri smiled. Rich gently took the cylinder from Kerri's arms, and promptly dumped it onto her right shoulder.

"There you go."


And they say chivalry is dead?



Lunch was had the cafe next door for simplicity sake. Simplicity was the key word as the menu-less waiter again offered only Scampi or Kilimanjaro. I decided to throw caution to the wind and order the octopus, again impressing Rich with my cultured behaviour.

Wifebuddy enjoying scampi

Top Gun JP Bresser politely asked if he could join us and ordered an espresso as we awaited lunch. After 5 mins JP took a phone call, just as his coffee arrived and never returned. 


A few minutes later Liam stated:

"That espresso looks really good."

My inner child couldn't help it.

"Drink it. He's obviously not coming back, it will only be wasted. He won't mind, you can buy him one next time."

Just as Liam lifted the cup i took a picture and sent it to immediately to JP.


"Oh, you fucker!"





I was amused, no end.



Cesare Rossarol

source: warships

Cesare Rossarol was a Poerio class light explorer build in Sestri Ponente, Genoa. It entered the service in 1915. Main duty was scouting, escorting destroyers, fighting other smaller ships and airplanes and patrolling high and low Adriatic Sea. Extremely fast, was very efficient in combat. At the end of WWI Cesare Rossarol was participating in occupation of Istrian and Dalmatina coast by Italian troops. After the proclamation of armistice on 4th of November 1918 Rossarol was in Pula. 16th of November 1918 Rossarol was on the way to Rijeka (Fiume). It was lunch time, just around noon. The boat hit a mine in front of Ližnjan, a mile from the coast. Explosion scrapes it in two parts. Ship sunk rapidly, in few minutes. Unfortunately 98 men died. Bow part of the ship is separated from stern and turn upside down. Some munitions can be seen on the bottom around the wreck. Stern part is lying in sailing position, slightly inclined on the left side. Maximum depth is 49 meters.



Lunch complete, and Liam suitably touted on, we headed out on the ship once more for a dive on the Cesare Rossarol. When we arrived it was a little choppier than before, and i have to admit i started to feel a bit ill as we waited for the boat to get into position. Once in water all was well and we descended the shot to the wreck below. Once on the bottom i felt the thermocline immediately, and was pleased once we began finning about, generating some heat.

There were some lovely features on the wreck. We looked at the gun, the range finder and the steering wheel thingy. It was a very cool dive, but surprisingly darker than on the Vis; our lights proved necessary for navigation as well as signalling. There was a peculiar feature on the sea bed that created a distinct 'ether' layer that hovered on the deck of the wreck. It was very strange but created a notable effect; like lost souls encircling the divers. 

My imagination left me feeling a little unsettled. For some odd reason it reminded me of our local wreck in Strangford Lough; purely a feeling. It was hard to explain. I did attempt to expound to Kerri post dive, but i was merely accused of being odd and to stop. Five mins before our planned bottom time i started to feel the cold. The shot line had just come into view as i signalled the team i was cold and we began our ascent with Liam in charge of the deco.

courtesy Wreck & Cave

He didn't bend anyone. Another successful Tech 1 dive.





That evening we visited our favourite (only) restaurant in our little village and enjoyed the final meal in Pizza Kum. Rich finally joined us and gave the most peculiar dive briefing ever.

"Ok guys. To this point all three of you have met the requirements for GUE Tech 1."




We looked at each other.

"Cool."

We retuned to our drinks.


"You still have to pass your exam of course."


It was bonkers. I wanted party streamers and screaming chicks. Alas no. Pizza and beer completed we left Rich with the Krnica dive centre folks, and wandered back to our apartment. Liam and I chatted along the way, Liam pondering:


"We're Tech 1 then?" 

"Yup. I think so. Very cool isn't it?" 

"Yeah. Bloody hard wasn't it?" 

"Yup."


That thought sent me off to sleep that night.




FINAL DAY


Although we had effectively completed our GUE Tech 1 class Rich provided the option of a further experience dive. We jumped at the chance and got kit together and prepared for another wreck dive.

Argo

I stood in the dive centre with Rich as he briefed Kerri and I on the overhead projector image of the wreck we were set to dive. The wreck had broken in two pieces (as with all Croatian shipwrecks!) and Rich explained we could dive the two pieces on one dive if we didn't mind a bit of a swim. I merely asked a simple question:

"What length is it?"

Rich seemed particularly unimpressed.


"Does it matter?"

"Well, not really i suppose, but it would be nice to know."

"Just do the dive."


It must be a pet hate or something, but he really wasn't happy with my persistent questioning about length. Just as we finished chatting Liam sauntered in, a bit late as usual.


"Is this the wreck?"


Rich sighed…


"Yes."

"Cool. What length is it?"



I exploded.





Alas the dive didn't happen. The weather closed in and torrents of rain belted against the windows as we waited in the cafe. After an hour Rich asked what we wanted to do. The option was to head out and see if it was any better out at sea and take it from there, but it would be rough.


The other divers at the centre weren't going out and we were happy to follow suit. I didn't want to end the class on a negative experience, especially one spent vomiting on a boat. Instead we ordered tea and agreed to sit the exam. The exam was fine. I was expecting madness, but it was everything we had learned during the week and we all passed with flying colours.





Exam completed, Rich sat us down as a group for a debrief. He summarised the class and dissected areas we struggled with, and how they were overcome.

There weren't any major issues and Rich explained we had all done very well and congratulated us on becoming GUE Tech 1 divers!

It was a much better conclusion than the pizza place declaration, and we all left happy divers.



BBQ


All that remained was to hang our dive kit around the entire apartment to dry it out and head back to Krinca Dive that night for one of Maurizio's famous BBQ's. The BBQ was immense.

human flesh?

Just meat for me thanks

Maurizio carves another hunk

More bread? Really?

It was a simple, yet effective affair; as with everything connected to Krnica Dive Centre. It was simply a ton of meat (that continually appeared) bread (which i passed on) and a bowl of salad (that i also passed on). I ate my own body weight in red meat. The steaks big M was throwing on the flames were colossal. I was perplexed when i noticed the friendly giant was constantly lifting meat from the boot of his car, which was positioned just behind the BBQ. They didn't look like human steaks …

Yes, the steaks are the size of his arm!

Velimir and me

Me and Maurizio








After many beers and a ton of meat we called said our goodbyes and called a close to the entire adventure. Liam stated:


"Well, i don't think they'll forget the little Irish couple in a hurry anyway. They probably forgot my name already."

"Not at all ... Larry Steakman."







Maurizio's BIG BILL


The next morning we surfaced as a team and said our goodbyes to Liam. I was really sad to see him go. The team had been flawless; Liam had fitted in perfectly with Kerri and I. A solid sense of humour and good dive sense made a truly enjoyable experience for everyone. Wifebuddy and I thanked him:


"It was great fun mate. We're so glad it was you; we were really concerned we'd get some shit-hot-diver-GUE fanatic." 

"Eh … thanks guys. I think."


Next on the list was to pay the rather large helium bill and head for the airport via our good friend Tony. At the dive centre Jacko sorted our personal bills on an individual basis. Despite appearing laid back and a little erratic, Krnica Dive Centre had an extremely precise system.



It transpired, after every dive our cylinders were measured, and we were only charged for the gas we used, not per fill. This resulted in a very reasonable gas bill for the week, especially as our bill included our instructors share. The only downside - cash was king; which was a shame - my credit card was all set for the pounding!


After that it was a 3 hour drive to Venice, or Vienna; i can't remember which and a flight back home.

Tony leaving Kerri & I off at the airport



CONCLUSION


Jamie - Me - Rich - Kerri - Liam


Tech 1 was an amazing class and i highly recommend it. I did however find it demanding, stressful and a lot of bloody hard work; emotionally and physically. Personally i thought the ascent training was the toughest, but i also I had to pay increased attention during some of the academics. Wifebuddy and Liam are apparently smarter than me; disappointingly.

I enjoyed aspects of the class at the time, but i have had the most enjoyment AFTER the class. The more tech diving I do the better I get, and the better I get at utilising the training to get the most out a dive; and that is where the GUE tech 1 class truly excels. It works well at a base level, but it works brilliantly when you start adapting a dive to squeeze every litre out of the very expensive twinset of helium on your back. It's bloody clever.



For those considering the class, do this:

  • Practice your GUE fundamental skills to a high standard.
  • Get fit.
  • Do lots of diving.
  • Do it in Croaita with Krnica Dive Centre.

Do NOT attempt to rehearse tech 1 skills.



The tech 1 class has brought me to a level where i am totally at home 50m down, and I know any GUE team and i can deal with any problem that may occur. The confidence i have gained has been immeasurable.


I are tech 1 diver

THANKS


Sincere thanks to Kerri (Wifebuddy), Liam (Larry Steakman ), Rich Walker (prepare for T1+), Maurizio (and your big bill), Jacko (for calculating Maurizio's big bill), Tony (for driving to Italy to get us), Velimir (for the encouragement & support), all Krnica dive staff and boat skippers, Jamie from Neighbours (good luck as a T1 instructor), JP Bresser (for being cool), staff at Pizza Kum (for working somewhere called Kum, and the big beers), everyone we met along the way who served me beer/food or chatted, and finally the Croatian Police for letting Rich out of prison; or this blog post would never exist!




Part 1
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Part 5 - Part 6









GUE Tech 1, Croatia - PART FIVE: The Feeding Frenzy

"I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER"

The night after ascent training Rich had sent our team away with the simple task of planning the following dive on SS Lina. Despite having listened to a five-hour lecture on dive planning, we still managed to complicate the crap out of it. Nevertheless we retired that evening with no less than six solid plans we prepared to relay to Rich in the morning.





I slept better, and actually awoke with an appetite; I imagine that was due to slightly less fear being present than the previous nights exploding lung nightmares.

A glance towards the kitchen revealed a further platter of bread, and the remnants of the 300g of cheese from day one. In an attempt to add variety to the affair Liam and Kerri had begun toasting said bread. I struggled one piece of toast and called it quits.




Once in Liam's rental car we scooted down to the dive centre, simultaneously educating Rich with our dive plan; sorry, dive plans. I was a little disappointed that Rich seemed somewhat unimpressed with the submitted plan(s).


"You only need ONE plan."

 "The first one?" 

"Good plan."


Simplicity seemed to be the key in keeping Rich happy, and in hindsight I don't know why we insisted on several possible scenarios. The whole point of the previous lecture was how to manipulate plans 'on the fly' to compensate for changes in bottom time or depth. As with everything GUE, the teachings appeared to 'click' all of a sudden. I confirmed with Rich;

"Ah right; so if we stay longer we do 'X' deco, or if it's shallower we can extend our bottom time but do the same deco plan?" 

 
The response was merely a smug smirk.



Gear was assembled, thrown into the back of Krnica's van, and our convoy travelled the 45-minute trip to the harbour to meet the boat. Liam was forced to drive us yet again, but he was coping well with the wrong side of the very narrow, windy, roads we travelled along. I was surprisingly more excited than nervous, and was looking forward to a 'proper' trimix dive; a lovely fill of 21/35 had my name all over it. Literally.

The harbour

Rich setting gear up

Jacko from Krnica Dive

Kerri awaiting the journey out


The boat journey to the SS Lina site was lovely. The seas were fantastically calm, allowing our team to go over our plan a few times and conduct GUE EDGE. At the site we donned our twinsets, performed a firm gear check, and the crew aided our entry into the water.




THE SS LINA

'The SS Lina was built in 1879 at Andrew Leslie shipyard. 70 meters long and 9 meters wide, it had 1049 GRT. Lina was powered by triple expansion steam engine. The hull was made from steel while the deck was made out of wood. Main Bridge and cabins were positioned in the middle of the ship. It sank in 1912 carrying wooden cargo, of which remains can still be seen. It sank like no other ship in Kvarner bay. During the thick fog it hit the shore of island Cres, near cape Pecenj. The bow sits at 25m, while the stern is at 55 m.'

SOURCE: [Krnica Dive]




Our ascent was slow but steady, and we did our best to stay together descending to the bow. Once we arrived, we signalled we were ready to explore. The plan was to work our way along the wreck to a maximum depth of 45m, turn the dive, retrace our path and ascend. Rich made it very clear he did not want to see us rush to depth, then rush back to the shot line and hang about for half an hour.



We tried. We really tried.



The wreck was fantastic. The visibility was simply astounding, without a doubt the best I've ever dived. It was like floating over the highly intact ship. Post dive, I think Rich was frustrated we hadn't investigated the wreck more closely, but I found it amazing to just stare into the distance at the entire thing. It was like a painting just sitting there, you could see so much from even a few metres from the deck. That said, I did get a good look at the steering mechanism, located the anchors, and confirmed why she sank.

source: Wreck & Cave


Liam hit turn pressure first and our team responded accordingly; a race back to the shot line. As soon as the bow came into view I checked my timer; we had tons of time left. Balls. We had done the very thing Rich insisted we not do. Balls. I was annoyed with myself and couldn't quite figure out the best plan of attack. It didn't seem wise to start going deeper again, it would give a crappy profile, and so we opted to investigate the outside of the ship and inspect where the hull had crashed into the sand. 

source: Wreck & Cave


In short, we hung about the bow like Rich asked us not to until we hit our planned bottom time, then ascended. Morons.



The ascent was straightforward. Our team successfully completed the gas switch and decompression stops perfectly, led by our deco captain Kerri. She was fab.


It was really interesting during the stops, as every time I figured we'd begin to move, I’d glance over my timer to see Kerri give the 'next stop' signal. Diving with a simple timer was fun, more fun than I anticipated. There was no need to faff with buttons or distinguishing what the computer wanted me to do next, it was just so easy.










We broke the surface and all beamed from ear to ear. Our team had successfully completed a Tech 1 dive. It felt great. I explained to Rich how thrilled I was immediately. He nodded:


"It's a good dive. Get back on the boat."


On the boat Rich got straight into a brief. It appeared our skills were in check, but he was disappointed in the actual dive, feeling we didn't get to experience enough of the wreck. He was right, but I felt the 'better' dives would come with time, experience and confidence. Plus, we were very aware the head of GUE technical training was watching our every more; and yer man from Neighbours was kicking about too. No pressure; none at all. I had a great time anyway, and was totally thrilled by the whole experience.

courtesy of JP Bresser

Rich was quickly back to business:


"Right guys. Good. Now - do you want to have lunch now or after the swim test?"


I took the lead again.


"Swim test, then food. I can't swim on a full stomach."

"Ok, let's go."


Logic dictated food later, but historically I should have known better. We were going to be hungry … again.



We dropped the gear back to the dive centre, and followed Tony's little car to the local swimming pool, which was in a very posh hotel an hour away. I was hungry. The swim test for GUE Tech 1 is 375m in less than 14 minutes without stopping, and a breath hold swim of 18m. Regular readers will know I nearly killed myself completing the GUE-F swim test, which was 100m less. The memory of not being able to brush my hair 'post-swim' has stuck with me forever, and I had no desire of repeating the performance. As a result, I trained for tech 1 with a few swims every month leading up to the trip.

Rich totally thrilled

The pool was 25m long, and full of seawater; which was weird. Rich stood like a schoolmaster at the edge of the pool and demanded the breath hold swim. Kerri launched off the side. 20m: no problem. I was next. I did my Phil Short meditation thing I learned at TekCamp and kicked from the side. I kept it nice and smooth. Soon I could see the wall of the pool and surfaced: a full 25m length. I was very happy. Liam repeated my performance.  The 15 lengths didn't provide much resistance; we were done in under 10 minutes. Training did work, I wasn't sore at all. Huh. I felt it necessary to inform Rich of my new found fitness:


"Better than my fundies swim eh Rich?"

"Yes. It only took you two lengths to remember how to swim; then you were fine."
"..."


By the time we arrived back at Krnica we were famished. What was it with Rich not feeding us?

He was like a feeder, only backwards. Either way, we were starving.










We were released for lunch at 4pm. Liam hurtled the rental car up the road and headed for the supermarket. I successfully ordered a reasonable amount of cheese, and as I was eying the cold meats I saw it...



...It was beautiful



I thought it was a mirage, but it was real;



a shrink-wrapped thing of splendour ...



BACON

It was uncut, sure, but I could sort that; all I had to do was figure out how to ask for the bloody thing. It didn't take long.


"Give me that."


A little frantic pointing followed, and it was mine. Mine. All. Mine.




Kerri and Liam were still doing the healthy option, talking about some lentil / pasta abomination; I can't remember. It sounded rubbish, and I had bacon. Real bacon. My bacon.

The car felt as if it were on rails as Liam negotiated every turn back to the apartment.







The healthy pair began sensible arranging bread, eggs, and fruit, and setting the table. In the mean time I hacked at my slab of uncut bacon with a bread knife, and flung the butchered mess into the nearest frying pan. I squealed in delight. Liam was horrified as the fat oozed out and filled the pan. It became a bit of an extreme sport, avoiding the spitting, boiling fat; but I knew it would be worth it. 


Our starving team sat at the tiny table, which was heaped with bacon, bread, fried eggs, tomatoes, toast, pepperoni, salami, ham, garlic things and Coca-Cola.



The feeding frenzy began. No talk, no smiles, just food. Liam lent back, sweating slightly:




"I can't do any more of that bacon … it's just grease man… I can feel my arteries hardening as I eat."

"Pussy. Give."



Kerri agreed with Liam also, resulting in me eating the majority of the bacon. It was fucking awesome.


With the feeding frenzy completed, and never to be spoken of again, we trundled back to class for the remaining academics. More planning and deco theory followed. As the class progressed I got to chat further with Jamie, the Intern from Neighbours. Rich was doing a fine job, but Jamie was able to bring a few other short cuts and tips to the fray when it came to calculating 75% of max depth. We basically had two instructors, and I made a point of asking Jamie for advice too as the days progressed.



WATFORD



Throughout the day Liam had explained he liked football.


Liam liked football a lot.


Liam liked Watford.


Liam liked Watford a lot.



Liam really wanted to get class wrapped up by 8pm so he could find a TV and watch Watford win the world cup or something. Rich said that was fine, and sent us on our way at 8.30pm as Liam had begun chewing the chairs. To that point Liam had never moved so quickly. We sped up the road to Pizza Kum and perched ourselves in front of the only TV in the bar.



I enquired:


"Is this the right game?"
 "No. Fuck."


With that Liam simply accosted the barmaid and forced her to search through all channels until the Watford lads appeared on the screen. Liam didn't speak for the following sixty minutes. I did attempt to annoy the avid Watford fan as his team was trounced, but he wouldn't bite. Football fans baffle me.

Liam ignoring me completely


Once the game was done Liam came back to normal, and we planned our dive on The Vis over pepperoni pizza. We unanimously agreed max depth, turn pressure, turn time and deco profile in no time at all. Liam looked up, quite shocked;


"We just planned a 51m trimix dive, in less than 5 mins, without a computer, or even a pen and paper. And we all got the same plan. Fucking hell."


It was true, another light bulb moment. It was simple, and quick. We had set aside an hour to plan the dive, so we drank beer and ate pizza instead. That was a great plan.





Part 1
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Part 5 - Part 6








GUE Tech 1, Croatia - PART FOUR: Stop, thief!



The night before day, ... day, ... day, ... three maybe? I can't remember; all i knew was it was the night before the ascent training. Any tech diver will tell you it's not going deep that's the problem; it's getting back. The idea behind going up, or the 'ascent' as we in the business like to call it, is to allow all the nasty, bend you into little pieces, nitrogen bubbles to bugger off nice and slow like. The eradication of said nitrogen bubbles is a controlled process; controlled by the speed of the ascent, i.e. controlled by the diver. In effect, you pretty much decide how badly bent you get. The goal is to not get bent, by conducting a nice, smooth, controlled ascent to the surface at a particular rate, with precisely timed stops in between.



Simple?



Is it fuck.






Ascending is a nightmare. 


Personally i blame yer man Boyle. Remember him from your PADI training? He's the boyo that took the balloon for a scuba dive and ascertained that when the ballon descended the air got squeezed, and on the way up it expanded back to normal. Who takes a ballon diving? I mean really? 


Anyway, when scuba diving, that means all the air we pump into our wings and suits expands as we ascend, and unless the sudden expansion of said gases is controlled by sequential venting of both suit and wing, we will rocket to the surface, pop up like a jack in the box, bend into little pieces, and most likely die in excruciating pain choking on our own lung blood.




That image is what kept me awake most of the night as i awaited the 30m ascent training.





The morning finally broke, and after not enough hours sleep i dragged myself into the kitchen where my two comrades sat staring at a table of bread, cheese and cold meats. 


"I am so sick of fucking bread."

"Me too. I'm so bloated."



Finally Liam and Wifebuddy agreed the Europeans were totally wrong, and bread should only be handed off the back of aid lorries in third world countries. I concurred; 


"I told you. Bread is balls. We should have got bacon."


*unified sigh




Our trio followed Dr. Walker into Krnica dive centre, having waited only five minutes for Liam, and systematically began attaching regs, wings and lead to the many, many complicated pieces of our tech gear. 

Stage bottles rigged we attended the land drill Rich had prepared outside. The three of us had to ascend the full length of the front bench, following protocols for gas switches and a lost gas scenario. The lost gas procedure was particularly interesting, and pretty straight forward once you got into it. 


Doing it in water of course would be a different matter.












To practice ascents we needed to get some depth, so the day involved diving from a boat to a maximum of 30m. Regular readers will know neither Wifebuddy ,nor I, do particularly well on boats. We went regardless, with increased anxiety of 'boat-fear' to add to the ever increasing 'lung-overexpansion-fear.' Liam seemed pretty happy on the boat, as a seasoned UK channel diver, and i hated him quite a bit at that stage. Bloody boat divers. Thankfully he was equally terrified of the going up bit. I hated him less.


Krnica dive boat

Captains bit

Diver bit


The boat was actually very cool. There was another tech 1 class aboard, plus our class, plus the guy from Neighbours, and we still had enough room for all our gear. I watched the seasoned boaters closely to try and pick up tips on getting kitted without falling over. Thankfully, Rich walked us though a few tricks for getting dressed in a logical order and avoiding moving as much as possible. Before I knew it, i was on the surface staring at my instructor; 


"Right guys; lets do this."

We descended to 30m.





Like clockwork we began laying line and exploring the local topography. BANG! It started again; Mr Squirty was at his work. Muscle memory kicked in; i reached back, closed my left post, simultaneously signalling my team and then began closing my manifold in an attempt to stop the bubbles. The bubbles kept going as Liam investigated. 


He signalled an 'unfixable failure' and it was on; we had to dump the reel, check our gas, head for the shot and ASCEND.






We encircled the shot line, threw in our thumbs, inhaled deeply and started to rise. I checked my depth gauge and knew i had to cover the next 9m in 1 minute, then stop at 21m for the gas switch. The team reached the 21m mark together and switched onto 50%, simulated a stop, then continued at a reduced rate of 6m per minute to the final stop of 6m. From 6m to the surface we gently ascended at 1m per minute. 



We popped up and Rich provided feedback on areas that needed improvement. Overall i was very pleased.





During our next pre-dive checks i noticed the handle on my light had become loose, and was effectively useless. It was really annoying as it was flapping about on the back of my hand, making drills unnecessarily difficult. Rich stepped in; 


"What's up?"
"It's gone floppy."

"Indeed. Does it have e/o cords?"

"Yup."

"Here, use mine."

"Oo-er."

Seconds later i had a 21w HID light head attached to my canister; the beauty of GUE unified equipment philosophy at work. I sparked up my new laser beam and descended for another round of craziness. Before we knew it lights went out, gas ran out, posts broke and reels were abandoned yet again, as we kicked for the shot line.



At 21m Liam and I conducted our switch, then i turned my attention to Wifebuddy to oversee her 50% deployment. I signalled for her to begin. She provided some strange hand signals. I signalled again for her to switch. I received further erratic signals. I became annoyed and held out my stage waving it in her direction. Kerri tilted her head slightly and pointed to her ... ah, i got it. There was no stage. I have no idea how i didn't notice. Somewhere throughout the dive Rich had robbed Kerri of her deco gas. It transpired Rich wrapped Liam's gauge in line, and while Kerri was sorting it, he stole her bottle. I used to think Jim Dowling was a stealthy bastard, but Rich's display was something else! In Kerri's defence, Rich said she noticed earlier than most. Our team got into position and began the lost deco gas procedure, getting Kerri to the surface safely. 




The final dive of the day was a nightmare. We were plagued with fixable failures, lost lights and OOG scenarios. Ultimately we had to retrieve the reel, which we did ... having spent 3 hours in water. The ascent soon turned nasty. Liam signalled he was bubbling whilst on his deco reg. I came in to help as Liam began shutting his post and attempted to switch. My brain slowed slightly as i worked out where he was breathing from, and finally signalled for him to stay as he was while i closed his backgas. During that episode we had to abandon the fix as we needed to progress to the next stop at 6m. Rich's words swirled in my head; 

"You can bring every problem to the next stop except a buoyancy problem." 

The 6m mark proved equally challenging. Liam and I finally sorted his posts out just as Kerri signalled a lost mask. Wifebuddy did really well maintaining the stop as she ransacked her pocket for the back up mask. Mask in place we drew a close to the day with a gentle ascent to the surface.



I was shattered.



Back on the boat Rich explained he was pleased with our performance, and although we had a day in place for further ascent training we wouldn't be using it; it was all about the wreck diving from then on. 


*air punch 


One amusing critique from the day was Rich's concern that Kerri had a tendency to come to me when she was OOG. Rich explained at one point he physically blocked me from Kerri's vision, and she simply barrelled him out of the way to get her dear, dear husband. 

What can i see Rich? The chicks dig me. We made our way to shore nice and relaxed and i chatted with Jamie, who also provided some excellent tips and tricks for future dives.





The afternoon lectures that followed were intense. Rich explained we had to have a solid understanding of what he babbling about, as surviving our next dive depended on it. Gas analysis, bubble mechanics, nitrogen dispersion, deco planner, pragmatic planning, ratio deco, average depth, and deco on the fly brought us into the twilight hours. 


I have to admit i struggled to stay focused. I was very tired and a stranger to study. It seemed i was always he one to ask Rich to go over something again. I truly expected him to lose the plot as i requested a further example of ratio deco on the fly, but he didn't. Rich  simply ran another dive and got me to run the deco. It was satisfying finally getting it straight in my busy, busy head.









Light relief was granted when one of Kirill's kids locked us in the classroom. The child gleefully mocked as the four of us struggled to find the Russian equivalent "open the door or i'll tell you scary tattooed dad!" In the end we gave up. Rich had to phone Maurizzio, get him to find Kirill, who had to ring his wife to finally release us.






By the end we tired, over educated and hungry.



Maurizzio treated everyone to a BBQ at the dive centre, and more bread. We stayed as long as we could awaiting the Russians who were bringing more food, but we were simply too exhausted and had a dive to plan. The next day brought our first wreck dive in Croatia. We headed back and home and planned a 45m dive on The SS Lina.


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USS Atlanta talk by Liam Allen

 

The next best thing to diving is talking diving. However, a better thing than talking diving is a diving talk. You get it? Diving talks tend not to happen in Northern Ireland at all, but thanks to the inspiration loving entity Stephen McMullan, diving presentations are becoming increasingly popular in the South of Ireland with the inception of 'The Two Principles' talks. I only managed to attend one, from the legendary Barry McGill, which was brilliant. I vowed not miss another if possible.

 

That specific series of presentations concluded, and again Ireland was devoid of diving chat; until Stephen announced Liam Allen would be presenting the USS Atlanta dive he spearheaded. I was thrilled. Not only was it a deep wreck expedition presentation, but a GUE related talk as well, and from an Irish man. Awesome.

 

Needless to say I picked up two tickets immediately, informed Wifebuddy we'd be attending, and she would be driving as I would be drinking beer. A mere €10 covered both tickets, and all proceeds were going to charity. Win, win for everyone!

 

 

 

Thursday evening came, Kerri and I jumped into the Ford Boring and drove the 100+ miles over the now defunct border to Dun Laoghaire. It's pronounced 'Done Leary' by the way, as opposed to 'Don Log-hair'. Just to clarify, I have no Irish vocabulary what so ever. 2 hours later we were parked up and made our way to the very posh Royal Marine Hotel. The nice girl in reception was able to tell us where the talk was being held, and we were an hour early. An hour early was fabulous news as I could enjoy beer in the posh bar; which I did ... Carslberg, no less. The night was off to a great start.



I spied a few diver faces around the bar, along with Linda, our chum from TekCamp 2011. Two pints later we were seated in a splendid conference room, and the talk commenced.

 

Stephen introduced the evening, by introducing Mike Griffiths, who introduced Liam Allen. Liam explained he would only chat for 40 mins or so, then we could go grab another pint and return for the documentary video. As well as being an established diver, Liam is an excellent speaker. I found him very engaging. It was a cracking topic and, being a GUE fan boy, I was totally stoked at hearing about the project.


 

I don't want to spoil the talk, but he basically described how himself and five other GUE top men successfully dived and documented the USS Atlanta. The USS Atlanta is a light battlecruiser that was sunk during the pacific battle of Guadalcanal after being severely damaged by both enemy and friendly fire. She lies at a respectful depth of 130m in the South Pacific near one of the Solomon Islands.



Liam chatted about the history involved, the ship, his team, logistics and the plan. Amazingly the guys were hitting bottom times of 35 minutes towards the end of the expedition. As promised, less than hour later I managed to acquire another pint and prepared to watch the documentary; "Return to the USS Atlanta: Defender of Guadalcanal"

 

The documentary was phenomenal. The actual documentary part was brilliant, but the underwater footage was breathtaking - pure HD quality, AND it was only the second time the film had been aired in Europe. The video was a splendid backdrop to Liam's talk, and added a wonderful visual element to the very informative presentation. Some heart wrenching footage of survivors from the wreck was a tough watch, many an eye in the room was welled up, but it was a great addition nonetheless.


 

All too quickly it was all over. With a lengthy drive ahead, Kerri and I thanked Stephen, introduced ourselves to Liam, thanked him also for a great evening, said 'hello from Rich Walker,' and sloped off to the Ford Boring. Meeting Liam was very cool, and he reciprocated it was nice to meet the 'entire' Northern Ireland GUE diving force.

 

I strongly recommend that all divers attend Liam's USS Atlanta talk if you get a chance; it's fab!

 

Watch the trailer here.

 

GUE Tech 1, Croatia - PART THREE: I'll be back in a minute.


As i wholly expected from my GUE-F experience; the longer a GUE course progressed, the longer i needed to sleep. My alarm had been extinguished with appropriate wrath, and i finally convinced myself to get up to see what delights Kerri had prepared for breakfast. 

The dining table was now a familiar sight of bread, cheese and a severe lack of bacon. Kerri had made the kind gesture of attempting to make me tea. I was touched; Im a bit of a tea junkie, and the coffee wasn't to my taste. The tea process involved tea leaves, the croatian kettle and a sieve. 



I tried to drink it. I ended up back on coffee.




Rich had made it explicitly clear we were to be at the dive centre sharp-ish as the day would consist of mostly diving, which pleased me greatly. Kerri and I got our gear sorted and waited patiently for Liam to drive us to the dive site. 





As Kerri and I stood by the front door, Liam poked his head around the doorframe of his bedroom; 


"Meet you at the car - i'll be there in a minute."



10 minutes later we were on the road.



Once at Krnica Dive Centre i received a hearty hand shake from Tony, and a nod from a dubious looking fella who guarded the entrance from his coffee table. We herded ourselves into the shop and were directed to our 32% filled twinsets waiting eagerly for a days diving. Rich wasn't far behind and announced we should get our gear together and meet outside for 'complex failures.'

Kerri analysing 32%


As with every GUE training, the initial stage is a land drill. Kerri jumped into a twinset and Rich presented a manifold failure, explaining the process of sorting it out. I won't bore you with the procedure, it's extremely logical, but takes a couple of go's to get the hang of; it's all rather clever. Atypically, the process simply built upon the foundation we had established the day before. I really enjoyed the failures and was dying to get into the water to try it for real; well, simulated real. 

(c) Wreck & Cave

Next on the agenda was gas switching. A GUE Tech 1 diver can only carry one deco gas, so it's difficult to make a balls of a switch, but as with everything GUE; the instructor installs good practice from an early stage. We were shown how to configure our stage bottles and the protocol for a gas switch. I was very familiar with stage bottles, as I have been tech diving for over 12 months, but the subtle changes in set up and gas-switch were interesting. I had the bottle rigged the way i did at home, slightly differently to the way Rich had his bottle configured. I enquired;



"Is this setup OK?"
"Yep. Whatever suits you, but have a think about your future diving; what if you end up carrying more stages at some point?"



I love those conversations with Rich. He has a wonderful way of letting students work things out themselves and make their own adjustments accordingly. 


It was no big deal, i simply had my reg routed slightly differently. I wasn't asked to change it, just to think about adding extra bottles and locating the second stage. I was sold within minutes; GUE is clever sometimes. 


I have since dived  with the bottle rigged my original way - it was weird and unintuitive, and have gone with how i was taught at Tech 1.







Post drills Rich asked what appeared to be a simple question; 

"Do you want food now, or later?"

I imagined a 2 hour dive max, and consequently led the group into opting for eating after the dive. Rich was cool with that and we headed for the wet stuff. It was so easy. 

We knew the score from the previous day, and quickly loaded our twinsets into the van, preparing for the gentle stroll to the shore. Except Liam. Rich enquired; 





"Where's Liam?"  
"He's just getting changed. He'll be here in a minute." 
"OK. Cool"


10 minutes later Liam appeared, half dressed, and we sauntered down to the dive site. Liam conducted GUE EDGE and we entered the water behind our intrepid leader. I was really excited, but super nervous at the same time. Although we were at an early stage, i felt the class was going really well. I was enjoying diving, felt comfortable in the water, and most importantly Rich seemed happy with us; not that the man gives a hell of a lot away - but he wasn't complaining, so i took that as a positive. 


The plan was simple. Rich dictated how the dive would progress; 


"Descend. Lay line. Shit will happen."


Our team encircled the drop line, formed a triangle and Liam signalled the beginning of the dive. We descended. We laid line. Shit happened. Oh God, did shit happen.





DIVING


I don't completely recall what happened over the following FIVE HOURS … 


It was a blur of drills, debriefs, reel work, line laying, gas switches, lost gases, manifold failures, reel dumping, OOG, lost masks, lost lights, smb deployment and dead divers … 


It was madness.







It was all going pretty damn well until the very last ascent. We had dealt with a lot of shit. I was enjoying it, but i hadn't realised just how exhausted and dehydrated i had become. It was soon evident. 



As our team encircled the shot line for a final ascent i decided, in my ultimate wisdom, that the team needed to reposition. I have no idea why; we were in a fucking triangle. 

Either way, i determined it was of the utmost importance and i wouldn't be ascending until it was perfect. That progressed to an utterly, utterly, dismal display of attempting to communicate a rather complex argument to my wife, who ignores my ramblings at the best of times, and a guy i hardly knew. 






In all fairness the team were very accommodating, but hadn't the first clue what i was trying to say. Half way through the 'conversation' i too had lost any clue of what i was trying to say.




After what seemed like an hour of frantic blue gloved lunacy, Rich finally intervened, signalled, quite clearly: 

"Stop chittering and ascend. Now." 

I knew i'd screwed up. As we broke the surface of the Adriatic i looked apologetically at my really confused team members; 


"Yeah … sorry about that. I don't have an explanation. I think i may have gone full retard."


The team agreed, and Rich concurred; 


"You wouldn't have done that 3 hours ago. You're tired. Get out."





Tired and hungry we trailed ourselves ashore. That was a tough dive, probably the hardest i've ever worked underwater. Looking back, it still fascinates me how much the human brain can shut down when deprived of food, water and natural light. It took me an hour or two to settle myself afterwards, but Rich's debrief was very positive; and didn't mention the full retard moment at all, thankfully!




Dive gear stowed, Kerri and I patiently waited outside for Liam, who stated he would 'be back in a minute' as Rich appeared with some tanned fellow in a green GUE shirt. 



Rich had made a friend.













Rich's new friend was Jamie, and was actually a Tech 1 instructor intern student person. We were all formally introduced to the new guy; an Englishman with an Australian accent. It was a bit random. It transpired that his accent was actually New Zealand, rather than Australian. 

He just sounded like someone from 'Neighbours' to me anyway; which amused me greatly and i continually worked out ways to make him say "rack off" or "fair dinkum." Unsuccessfully i might add, but it was still highly entertaining in my own mind. [New Zealand followers can delete me now!!!]

Jamie (3rd from left; not the dog)




Liam appeared 10 minutes later and Rich declared we were getting the 'night off' from academics, which was amazing as we were completely shattered. 


The five of us bundled into Liam's little rental car and we visited a local restaurant for the slowest service ever. I also received an entirely different steak to that which i ordered. I queried across the table if anyone knew what lay on my plate. 


Rich provided me with a very through answer, in a mostly foreign language i didn't understand; leading me to believe it was a perfectly good steak covered in strange sauce. 



I looked at Kerri; 



"Will i like this?"
"Yes."



Good enough for me. I got wired into my weird steak and Rich shook his head in dismay for the last time that day.





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