One time I dropped down to 30 meters below sea level off the coast of Mozambique in the Indian Ocean and was immediately dead center in the middle of four Jurassic sized mantas.
One flew directly over my head as the other three flapped their wings around me. I looked up and watched as the enormous creature passed, some 23ft of white under belly shaded any bit of light that steamed down through the depths of the water as I remained in awe. -
The current that day was intense, choppy waters, and a long boat ride 20 miles offshore in an inflatable, motorized boat already had me feeling queasy but the dive master called it and one back roll at a time we all went overboard. -
Still a fairly new diver but with my advanced open water under my belt and some 30 dives I looked for the signal from our DM once we grounded. He was taking us against the current and as I began to flutter my fins it only took a short moment for me to realize just how strong the current was. I looked down to see seaweed blowing in 90 degree angles from the rock bottom, as if strong winds blew tall grasses in a hurricane. -
Some thirty minutes into our dive the dive master gave an emergency sign and we were all to abort the dive ASAP. We took our safety stops and eventual ascents but upon breaking the surface we were highly alarmed to see the dive master convulsing in the ill equipped boat and struggled to jump in before speeding to shore. -
The dive master, it turned out, may have hyperventilated in his BCD due to swimming into strong currents and then ascended too quickly, acquiring a mild case of decompression sickness. We were all told he was okay after some rest. -
The experience has been one of those that will never fade for me. The paradox between one of the most beautiful and one of the most frightening experiences I've ever had... -
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