I Are Diver

GUE Tech 1, Croatia - PART TWO: I'm very well travelled Mr Squirty

As per any other morning, i was awoken by the hustle and bustle of Kerri busying herself around the house; most likely cleaning something. I dragged my slightly hungover face to the mirror, concluded i looked acceptable to face other humans, and ventured into the kitchen. Liam and Wifebuddy were up very early. and seemed less affected by the OUJJIOZZO, or whatever that Croatian lager is called. I scanned the kitchen;

"Where's breakfast?"

*sigh

"We have to go and buy food Andy."

"In a foreign country? I don't even know how to do that at home"

*sigh

SHOPPING

It was soon evident i was not as cultured as Liam, who appeared to have no problem with nipping down to the local supermarket. So that's what we did.

The local 'supermarket' was the only shop the tiny village had to offer, so in the grand scheme of things i suppose it was 'super.'

We entered the super-market and immediately i was tasked with getting cheese; Liam could sense my inability to shop and obviously figured that i couldn't make a balls of such a simple task. I like Liam.

I gingerly made my way to a large glass covered counter thing; which displayed all sorts of wonderful variations of bacon, ham, salami, and cheese. I presumed if i spoke loudly in my finest Belfast accent the girl would know exactly what i wanted.

"Block 'o cheese please luv."

The blank stare that followed set me back a little, but i'm an adaptable fella and was soon pointing my way to victory. The girl behind the counter gave me the thumbs-up signal, which i reciprocated and all of a sudden i owned cheese. Success!

Well sort of. I didn't manage to buy very much cheese. I soon figured out the 'thumbs-up' was actually a signal for 1; 100g in fact. I'd bought 100g of cheese. Unable to figured out how to ask for more than 1, i returned to the counter and continually bought 100g portions until I had enough. Genius.

10 minutes later i had lots of packets of cheese, various slices of meat and even 2 loaves, one of which turned out to be rolls stuck together; looked like a bloody loaf to me. By this stage the Liam / Kerri combo had a full shop done, and Rich had appeared, who was staring, slightly slack jawed, at my international correspondence skill set.

As we wandered back to our apartment Liam asked;

"Do you guys travel much?"

I thought for a moment. I've been to Egypt, Sri Lanka, Maldives, and Scotland.

"Aye. A fair bit."

"Ah yeah, cool. Travelling's great isn't it? This one time in Iran ... "

Liam, innocently unaware of my international CV, proceeded to tell a tale of getting a bus from London to Russia, and visiting all those 'something-istans' in between. Turns out i might not be as well travelled as i thought. I decided at that point Liam could buy the fucking cheese from then on.

Croatian shopping haul

A splendid breakfast of bread, cheese and cold meats followed, which pleased everyone greatly. Liam tucked in and stated to Kerri;

"This is lovely; lots of fresh bread and cheese. Fantastic"

"Yes Liam, it really is. Lovely fresh bread."

Oh how those words would come back to haunt them...

"Personally i'd rather have bacon."

Was my unwanted input to the whole thing, as I struggled to pour another cup of coffee from the rather random Croatian kettle.

Croatian kettle

SCHOOL

Liam & Kerri off to Tech 1 school

It was soon 9am and time to go to school. Our team of three grabbed our school bags and headed down to lecture room to learn all about Tech 1 diving. I was totally thrilled about it. I (surprisingly) thoroughly enjoyed the academics at GUE-F level, so i knew the Tech 1 stuff was bound to be awesome.

Rich was waiting, laptop fired up and ready to educate. For the next few hours we were brain deep in gas management, minimum gas, rules of thirds, rules of halves, turn pressures and various other learning.

Kerri and I had previously taken a technical class, so it was more of a recap, but it was very interesting to see the slight variations between GUE and TDI.

For a man who knew nothing about tech diving, it was evident Liam was a pretty smart guy and he appeared to keep up no problem.

LUNCH

Classroom was closed for the day and we headed for food at a cafe thing beside the dive centre. I asked the waiter for a menu, and received a polite reply;

"Scampi or Kilimanjaro?"

I recognised the word 'scampi' and was fairly sure Kilimanjaro was a mountain, so i played it safe and went with scampi. I could sense Rich was impressed.

The rest of the table seemed happy ordering mountain.

Lunch arrived, and i have to admit i was a little taken aback by the dozen small lobsters, heads intact, that were set in front of me. I should have known it was going a little awry when the waiter gave me 'tools' to eat what i expected to be golden crumbed balls of fish meat.

Rich hung his head, and instigated my culinary education on how to eat scampi. Personally, I think Captain birdseye had the right idea... they were lovely though. The remainder of the table had ordered octopus; 'Calamari' apparently, not 'Kilimanjaro.'

LAND DRILLS

Having given all our money away by mistake, as my jovial payment of the bill seemed to suggest to the waiter our change was in fact a tip, we kitted up and headed outside for some land drills.

Land drills included a conclusion to TekCamp's human centipede with 'The human centipede: second sequence,' and simple failures. It was soon apparent our skills dives were to be conducted whilst simultaneously using a reel. Awesome. Unlike Wifebuddy, my line work leaves a lot to be desired; i knew it was going to be tough going in water.

The simple failures were excellent. Rich explained how to deal with bubbles coming from the manifold area around the regulator first stage, on each side. The moment we started running through scenarios all our hard work at GUE Fundamentals seemed to fall into place. The dreaded 'valve drill' was all about what we were learning right then.

Liam sorting Kerri's simple failure

It was mind blowing.

All the muscle memory was aimed at sorting problems at tech 1 level to minimise gas loss, fix problems and continue with the dive. It was cracking fun and extremely useful stuff. I believe it is referred to as a 'light bulb moment.'

DIVING

Drills done, we were finally ready for the sea. The guys at the dive centre ferried out twinsets, via van, down to the shore, and we waddled along behind. I was mega excited, and mega petrified.

I conducted GUE EDGE and the 3 of us followed our infamous leader into the drink. Rich dropped a marker bouy line and we descended 9m to the sea bed to begin the drills. We had stages with us, but wouldn't be using them; it was just to get us used to having the ali 80's, or pigs as i like to call them, with us diving. I soon forgot it was there.

Once settled 30cm from the sea bed, Rich demanded a valve drill from each diver, and an out-of-gas (OOG) drill. I went first, Kerri followed and Liam finished; all text book. It was a little strange to watch Liam conduct the drill identical to Kerri and I. I don't get to dive with other GUE trained divers at home, besides Wifebuddy, and it was great to see how our training was a mirror of each other. It made diving together so simple. The OOG drills were the same; everyone knew what the donor/donate(r) was going to do next - it was awesome.

Rich debreifed on the surface, explained he was happy with our skills, and quickly descended again to conduct some 'simple failures.'

MR SQUIRTY

During our briefing Rich explained he would be using 'Mr Squirty' on the dives. This amused me greatly. Mr Squirty was a weird device attached to an extra hose on Rich's regulators.

It appeared Mr Squirty was able to deliver a rampant surge of air bubbles on cue. It transpired Mr Squirty was some form of scuba-porn star. During the dive Rich would place Mr Squirty at a particular point on a manifold, and ejaculate compressed air behind your head; the money shot.

"Mr WHO????"

On our dive the three of us were continually laying random areas of line around the bay; tying off onto rocks or bottles embedded into the sand. That focus allowed Rich to sneak up behind me and make Mr Squirty crack off behind my right ear. It was rather startling. The bubbles indicated a leak; i signalled my team, and began the process of repairing the problem.

We continued for an hour conducting simple failures in this manner. It was particularly enjoyable to watch Wifebuddy practically jump out of her drysuit every time Mr Squirty blew off.

We surfaced, another debrief followed, and we descended for another round; more bubbles, more failures, more OOG. Just as i was feeling particularly pleased with myself i felt a tap on the lens of my mask; a mask-off request.

Balls.

I hate mask off stuff, especially in salt water. I knew it would come eventually, but hoped not on the first dive. I immediately ripped off my mask and it disappeared into the sea (rescued by Rich of course) as i waved my light from side to side in the hope my team were watching me.

Thankfully Liam (it turned out) got a good hold of my arm as i searched for my back up mask. Unfortunately he developed a cramp at that exact moment and buoyancy got a bit wobbly all round.

Mask cleared, i sorted myself out only to be greeted by Liam having a non-fixable right post failure. We dealt with that and promptly headed back to the shot line. Lights flashed again as Liam had another failure, this time on his left post. I finned close to help sort it; missing the whole point of the exercise. Liam had no posts left and was about to shut off his twinset completely, which in effect left me watching Liam kill himself. Thankfully Kerri was a bit more switched on and donated her long hose to Liam, who seemed equally confused as me, but took it anyway.

We reached the shot, formed a lovely little triangle and began our final ascent of the day.

In water time: 3 hours.

We trailed our tired asses from the Adriatic and scuttled back to the dive centre for some well earned dinner at Luna. It was 9pm. It had been a long, hard day ... and it was only DAY ONE.

Oh shit.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

GUE Tech 1, Croatia - PART ONE: Escape from Vienna!

Sometimes you end up having the best fun completely by mistake. Our trip to Croatia was one of those times. Let me explain. My job makes getting holidays at particular times; i.e. when one would actually like them, particularly difficult. As a result I have to 'fit' my diving into specific slots allocated to me throughout the year. Don't you just hate when work gets in the way of diving?

Having successfully completed GUE fundamentals last April, Wifebuddy and I decided to progress with our GUE training and take the next step: Technical Diver Level 1, fondly known in the business as 'Tech 1.'

It was important to us to stick with GUE instructor Rich Walker, as we trained with him on a few occasions previously and he seems to know what he's at; well, most of the time ... but i'll come back to that. With Malta being the place to train these days, that was our initial plan, but my work decided that wouldn't be happening.

I had ONE week to complete the class, and the ONLY space Rich had in his diary was in Croatia (he truly is the busiest GUE instructor IN THE WORLD!) Cost? I didn't care, we were going; and we signed up immediately. We were set for Croatia. I'd never been.

A few days later i asked Wifebuddy;

"Where exactly be Croatia?

Is it warm?

Do they have bacon?"

Obviously i didn't receive a reply, but more of a 'you simple, simple man...' look. Left to my own devices, i jumped onto google to find the answer, as i do with the majority of questions i ask Kerri. Croatia is in Europe, used to be part of something-oslavia, is pretty warm and has some awesome wrecks to dive. Coupled with Krnicia dive centre, which is a specialised GUE dive centre, i knew i was in for a fabulous time.

GUE TECH 1

Tech 1 is the first step GUE offer on the open water technical diving side of Jarrod's almighty empire. Completion of the class would allow Wifebuddy and I to dive trimix (up to 18/45), drop to a depth of 51m, alongside accelerated decompression on 50% or 100% oxygen.

Both Kerri and I already possess some technical training, but not the way GUE teach it ... we were apprehensive.

We prepared for the class as best we could; simply polishing all the skills we learned at GUE-F, read all the class materials, practiced swimming, and did our homework. At that stage it was so far, so good. I felt i was in good shape.

DEPARTURE

Stupid o'clock on a Sunday morning we loaded 90Kg of tech gear into the Ford Boring and drove 100 miles to Dublin airport. Yes, there is an airport in Belfast, but due to the time constraints we had to depart Dublin and fly into Venice .. or Viennna ... i can't remember - whichever one is in Italy. Once in Italy we had to drive to Croatia. Oh aye; no need to keep it simple eh?

SECURITY

The checking in process was all going quite well, until we hit security. I knew it would happen; it always does.

"Can you step to the side sir, and kindly explain what these weapons of mass destruction are in your hand luggage?"

"They are scuba regulators. I use them to breathe underwater. I'm going diving."

"Where are you going diving sir?"

"Croatia."

"Croatia?"

"Yes."

"Says on your boarding card you're going to Italy?"

"I am."

It got rather confusing for a moment. I was tempted to explain, but I just said it seemed nice in Vienna and we were going there first.

"Vienna?"

"I mean Venice. The one in Italy."

A blank stare followed.

"That's fine sir, but i would like to advise you in future you'd be best not bringing those with you. We're always going to stop you if you do."

"But i need those to breathe."

"I know, but still sir, but best leave them at home."

I was going to ask her if she tried to kill all airline customers, but felt it may go a little pear-shaped, so decided against it.

"Thanks. I will."

The security wench nodded triumphantly and we were soon on our way to Vienna; or Venice.

ARRIVAL

We arrived in Italy and i immediately felt the warm air enter my lungs; i love that sensation when you first step off the plane. We collected the luggage and met the first hurdle of our trip.

We kinda forgot about the european leg of the journey and omitted to bring any euro. No euro = no trolley = dragging 90Kg of bags across the airport = me bloody knackered and the arse ripped out of the luggage bags.

Thankfully we had purchased some decent scuba bags for this holiday, thus removing the nightmare of "The Monolith" from the Red Tec adventure, but it was still a tough haul.

Fancy new matching luggage

We met "Tony" at the gate, who was sporting a rather homemade page with our names etched on it. It made me feel very important though, which was nice.

We introduced ourselves as the pride of Northern Ireland, and he apologised for his placard.

Tony had been sent from Krnica dive centre in Croatia by 'Maurizio' to pick us up. The poor fella had just driven 3.5 hours, and now had to drive the whole way back. He was very friendly, safe driver, and didn't seem to mind my inane ramblings for the 4 hours that followed.

The car journey was grand. I enjoy being driven, and it was very cool to have been in 5 different countries over the space of 12 hours.

The sun was shining while the air-con kept us cool as we hurtled our way through various borders and highways. Tony took care of all the border patrols thankfully. I liked to think of him as my 'fixer.'

He was very good at it, and successfully transport us from Venice (?) into Slovenia, and finally into Croatia.

There was a definite change once we entered Croatia. It was a little overcast, for which i blamed Tony, and for which he apologised, but the scenery was fantastic.

It was all greenery; fields and trees everywhere. I am fully aware Coratia has a history, but there was no sign of it.

The sights continued for the next couple of hours as the roads became narrower and narrower, and the bends became tighter and tighter, until we finally reached Krnica dive centre.

KRNICA

It was an amazing sight as Tony navigated another crazy hairpin bend, to be greeted by a picturesque harbour. The sea was flat calm and the sun glistened off the various little fishing boats that dotted the pier. It was surprisingly quiet around the dock, and to be honest, it continued that way for the whole of our trip; splendid.

The hand brake declared our arrival, and we stepped onto Croatian soil for the first time. We promptly headed for Krnicia Dive Centre.

KRNICA DIVE CENTRE

Dive centres are usually a bit mental, especially at a resort or a dive school etc. Krnica Dive Centre is far from mental, well, it was a bit, but not in a bad way, more entertaining; but i'll come back to that. As soon as i walked into the shop i was greeted by the hulk of man that is Maurizio.

Over 6 feet tall, and a man who obviously enjoys his grub, the man mountain thrust an arm out for a hearty hand shake and a warm welcome to his dive establishment. I was immediately put at ease, and knew that we would have nothing to worry about our entire stay.

Maurizio asked us if our journey was ok, ensured Tony hadn't upset us in any way, and explained the plan for the day. Everything to do with Murrizio is stripped down to it's simplest level, as a result life is extremely straight forward when he is about.

"You put scuba gear in boxes here, i take you to accommodation in car, i take you to see Rich, you go eat and have beer."

The KISS principal in all it's glory, and we followed his advice to the letter.

All our dive kit was placed in a huge plastic box and slotted into racks against the wall of the dive shop. I was promptly ensured it was my box now, and no one would touch it. I believed Murrizio entirely. It was comforting to see a row of properly banded euro cylinders, alongside a group of ali 80's with Halcyon rigging kits. It was clear the place was more than GUE friendly; it was a GUE hub.

ACCOMMODATION

Scuba stuff sorted, we jumped back into the car and Maurizio took us to our accomodation for the week. It was a cracking little self catering apartment. It suited perfectly; a double room, twin room, bathoom, and kitching / dining area. There was a nice area outside for enjoying the sun, and more importatntly - drying off scuba kit.

Next on the short list was a quick visit to see our instructor; Wreck & Cave's very own Richard Walker.

HI RICH

Despite keeping in regular contact with Rich via the anti-social networks i hadn't 'spoken' to him in over a year, and was looking forward to catching up on all things GUE, and life in general.

Maurizio brought us to Rich's apartment and kncoked gently as he was concerned he would wake Rich up. I couldn't have cared less and was going to blatter on regardless; it's important i let others take charge of such ettiquette.

The door opened and the GUE head of technical training in the UK greeted us wearing only a pink towel around the waist.

"Oh hi guys, sorry ... it's just that i've only been released from prison."

"WHAT????!!!!!"

PRISON BREAK

We allowed Rich to get dressed, but only just, in pure anticipation of how the hell he had ended up in prison. It was all true. Rich had entered Croatia, only to be taken to the side and promptly placed in police custody for the night.

I was very proud. Last time my instructor got in trouble it was a simple ban from a pub, but this was proper rebel shit right here. I never knew Rich had it in him.

Rich explained it was a simple misunderstanding regarding a payment that took place, but the passport people didn't receive word of. He was merely held captive until the issue was resolved. Either way; Rich Walker has served time; making him the coolest dive instructor out there.

I had delussions about a GUE Tech 1 class being done 'on the lamb,' and staging a reinactment for 'Banged Up Abroad' but, alas, there was no more heard of it.

I did enjoy Rich explaining he wasn't able to contact Maurizio initially, and resorted to ringing his girfriend in the UK whilst at her work. I wish i had been a fly on the wall for that reaction.

"Yes darling, it's me.

Yes, I'm in Croatia now.

Yes, the flight was good.

Oh, and i've been arrested."

Classic.

LIAM BATEMAN

As the day was drawing to a close we elected to visit the local pizzeria for beer, and strangley enough, pizza. A word of warning, Croatian beer is rather strong, and comes in rather large bottles.

When the waitress came over Rich signalled, "large beer." I figured this to be a swell idea and ordered one as well. They really are big, and they really are strong. 3 and i was done.

As we enjoyed the beer i asked Rich about our 3rd team member. Ideally Tech 1 is conducted with a team of 3, so Rich sourced our comapanian for the week on our behalf. Rich explained he was an English fellow who answered to the name 'Liam Bateman,' but didn't know him personally.

As a GUE student it can be a bit stressful if the team doesn't gel. Our usual team of 2 get on the best, seeing as we're married, but the addition of a 3rd outside party provides a risk of working with a knob. This may sound harsh, but i have no doubt Liam was just as concerned about the 2 Irish knobs he'd been signed up with.

It could just be me, but with a surname of 'Bateman' i believe there is no alternative but to picture Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

Images conjured in my mind of Liam dressed in a dry suit, wielding an axe, chopping me into small pieces, and promptly chasing Wifebuddy around the apartment with a chainsaw; all conducted to the tune of 'Huey Lewis - Hip to be square.'

Just as my mind wandered even further down a spiral of madness, Liam appeared at the table and we were all introduced. He didn't want to kill me, and didn't have an axe. Liam seemed a grand fellow, we chatted merrily, and our team of 3 headed back to our apartment having enjoyed some salami pizza and one too many beers.

Day one of Tech 1 beckoned...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

The Want

"Once you buy the gear, diving is cheap."

I have heard that statement sold to new divers, myself included, SO many times. To some extent it's true, but only if you dive air, dive from the shore, and don't have to travel too far. Most of us slightly more seasoned divers will appreciate that statement is mostly balls. The primary additional expense to a qualified scuba diver is the accompaniment of the dark passenger; 'The Want.'

This post is aimed to prepare a new scuba diver for The Want. No one is safe from it, but at least this article may allow you to understand the dark passenger you have invited into your home.

What is The Want?

The Want is an evil scuba demon that every diver faces on pay day, and fights an eternal battle with in between.

The Want requires feeding on a regular basis, and even once fed it soon develops a new hunger; a thirst that cannot be quenched.

What does it need?

It needs scuba stuff. This may consist of gear, gas fills, holidays, or a dive. However, it's stable diet is scuba gear.

What type of gear, specifically, does it want?

Anything. It will devour everything scuba related, or anything that may be considered remotely beneficial to diving; this includes a new scuba wagon; so beware!

But i already have scuba gear; how can it still want?

It wants more. It wants new. The Want has no desire to use the same old scuba equipment for a long period of time.

It is a manipulator, a puppet master, and you will feed its every desire.

The Want will convince you the gear you currently own is inadequate, archaic, looks crappy, and MUST be replaced; immediately.

I have no money; how can i feed it?

The Want has no empathy for your financial burdens. It will convince you to sell 3 items of gear in order to buy one new shiny piece. It will allow you to borrow more than you earn, convince you that finance is "ok" and "everyone does it."

Any diver will recall owning other items related to a distant hobby or interest. No more; the want will have pawned all such items to feed the need, the addiction.

The king manipulator will also twist your thought patterns beyond all rational thinking. Any time you receive a bill for telephone, heating oil, car repairs etc, and it is less than you predicted; The Want will convince you there is excess money, have in fact saved money, and it should be used to purchase scuba gear at once.

How can i survive The Want?

Feed it.

There is nothing you can do. It demands you buy a shiny Shearwater Petrel, the beautifully crafted Hollis Stainless Steel Spool, the warmest undersuit money can buy, a dive light that will blot out the sun.

There is nothing you can do ... ever.

What has The Want has done to I Are Diver?

It has nearly bankrupted me for starters.

I have sold a faber twinset, added money to it, and bought a set of euro cylinders - purely to satisfy The Want and it's urge to look cool.

I use mostly Halcyon kit; its ludicrously priced, but i must have it all ... and it MUST match. Nothing else will do.

I almost sold my Scubapro regs to buy Halcyon regs - and they are the SAME design! It be madness.

Scubapro = Halcyon

What does it want at the moment?

Currently i am in the process of obtaining a new drysuit. I know, i know; i have a perfectly adequate, dry, Seaskin drysuit that will facilitate all my diving. The Want has convinced me it's a little tight, i need a pee valve, and perhaps it might break soon?

New drysuits for everyone!

It also wants a computer, but it tortures me with so many options that i cannot decide which one. My twitter friends will appreciate the pain i go through in my purchasing decisions (sorry Jay!) - i need to keep The Want happy don't I?

CONCLUSION

Perhaps this post will prepare new divers for the extortionate financial journey ahead, or ease the conscience of every diver that has just dropped a grand on a new dive computer. It may also be used to defend another credit card bill to a divers better half?

Those with a non diving spouse, count yourself lucky - we have TWO dark passengers in our house...

BUY SCUBA GEAR!

Safe diving folks...

Review: Tektite Strobe 200

Tektite Strobe 200

As the title suggests, this post is a review of the Tektite Strobe 200. For those who are unaware of it's function, a strobe is a light that flashes; that's about the height of it. Strobes aren't the most exciting of things, but are highly functional and can be heavily relied upon by a diver for locating a shot line, boat ladder, the shore, or a dive buddy.

A strobe is a handy light to have in your kit bag. I currently have a different model of strobe, but the switch is a bit rubbish so i tend not to use it very often. I was keen to take this little flashy thing for a dive.

TECHNICAL STUFF (what Tektite say)

Specifications:-

Depth Rating: 500 feet (150 m)
Bulb: Xenon strobe
Bulb Life: 1,000,000+ flashes
Burn Time: 30+ hours
Batteries: 2 C-cell Alkaline
Weight: 0.75 lbs. (0.34 kg)
Dimensions: 7.25" (18 cm) L x 1.9" (5 cm) Dia

Where to buy:-

Tektite UK Strobes

WHAT I ARE DIVER SAYS

PRICE

£42

LOOKS / BUILD

Tektite Strobe 200 - in orange

I don't know what it is with Tektite, but they seem to like bright colours; a lot. Unlike the Tekna Lite 3, which came in yellow, the Tektite Strobe 200 is bright orange. Personal preference of course, but it's certainly not to my taste; what's wrong with techie-black?

rear attachment point

Build quality is good, a sturdy, chunky piece of kit with minimal moving parts.

FEATURES

It's great to see a manufacturer keeping things simple. The light is operated by screwing the head of the strobe clockwise; hence eliminating the need for a switch. As with their back up light, no switch is a big positive; less moving parts the better. Two o-rings protect the body from flooding.

2 C cell batteris, xenon bulb

It has a ridged handle for grip, an eyelet on the end for securing a lanyard (not included), and two slots for attaching the included velcro strap. The velcro strap would be suited for attaching to a divers arm, a bcd, shot line, stage bottle, or dive ladder.

The velcro strap is a handy solution, although I'm a personal fan of a bolt snap and a length of cave line through the eyelet; i find it easier to use underwater. However, Tektite have gratefully allowed the diver the option; nice touch.

included velcro strap

It requires two C-cell batteries to power the xenon bulb. As usual, the batteries are a good choice as they are readily available, both at home and abroad.

batteries located under bulb

TEST DIVE

conditions: UK waters. Dark, murky, visibility 2m.

operating

The strobe is a chunky big thing and getting a grip of it in cold conditions, even wearing dry gloves, was no problem. A simple twist of the head and the flashy thing came to life. Nice and simple.

fills the palm of adult hand

brightness

A strobe is used mostly as a locating device; i like to think of it as an underwater lighthouse. Therefore, it is only of any use if it is bright enough to see pretty far away. The strobe did not disappoint.

I tied the strobe to the shot line; the plan being to use it as locator beacon when the dive was over. The visibility was poor, but as i finned away from the shot i was still able to see the flickering white light up to 10-15m away. I was especially impressed as i could barely see my buddy's 21w HID light right next to me.

When the dive terminated and I returned to the stern of the wreck, I could clearly see the strobe flickering away awaiting my return. It was great to know the light was working in my absence.

VERDICT

It's got everything a diver needs from a strobe. Ok, it looks a bit horrible, and is a bit big to simply stick in your pocket and forget about, but functionally it is an excellent piece of kit. The strobe does as it is designed; it puts out a very bright flash, and is easily operated.

I'd be happy to rely on the strobe to help me find the shot line on a murky dive, or to help a dive boat locate me on the surface. It would be fantastic attached to a dive buddy in bad visibility or a night dive.

PROS: Easily operated, bright flash, multiple attachment points, long burn time, takes normal batteries (C-Cells).

CONS: Looks horrible (in orange), Xenon bulb (would be nicer if LED), quite big.