Basalt Island - 7th Feb
by Neil HambletonOn 7th Feb, I finally got around to my first dive of 2009, and my
first dive in the Year of the Ox. South China Diving Club went to the
South-west corner of Basalt Island, near Sai Kung.
I've never been an enthusiastic winter diver even in Hong Kong,
where the water temperature only dips to the mid-teens Centigrade. This
is because my old 2 piece 4mm wetsuit never felt particularly warm even
when it was new, 18 years ago. Oh, and I don't like hoods or thick
gloves. But this weekend I was planning to dive in Andreas's old Mares
6mm semi-drysuit, which looks as though it will be a really good suit -
when I've grown into it. Since he's at least 4 inches taller than I am,
the neck seal seals perfectly around my forehead. Brian reckons I need
a periscope. Sadly, at the moment, the only bit that fits me is around
the beer gut.
Anyway I gamely got into this suit, but Andreas
wasn't going to let me off that lightly, because he also lent me a pair
of semi-dry boots and semi-dry gloves. Plus a hood. I have never needed
a "dresser" before but this time I did, particularly when I'd got the
gloves on because my hands became completely useless. My only
contribution to this dressing process was to tear the seal on one of
the boots, at which point Andreas and Rita took over to make sure I
didn't damage anything else. I then tried to expel all the air from the
suit but that was a waste of time, since, while the neck seal sealed
perfectly around my head, it didn't seal at all around my neck. Despite
all this I have to say that I felt pretty warm, even if I looked a bit
odd. To finish off with I put the hood on and immediately went deaf,
and then had to be helped into my harness and wing because I couldn't
bend my arms properly to do it myself.
Meanwhile Rita was having
her own problems. After trying the third tank that only had 120 bar in
it, she began to suspect that the contents gauge might be the problem,
not the tanks. A quick check with another gauge confirmed her
suspicions, although if we hit her gauge hard enough we were able to
get the needle to move. After scrounging another contents gauge she was
back in business, but without her regular console she was now
compass-less, giving her a good excuse to be lazy and make me navigate.
In addition, she was diving in her old 5mm suit and was worried she'd
be too cold.
We jumped in and did a buoyancy test and I passed,
by which I mean I was buoyant - too buoyant. Another 3 lbs later and we
finally dropped into relatively clear water. Visibility must have been
around 6-8 metres, dropping off slightly as we got deeper. Since the
boat was anchored relatively shallow, we headed out and down a slope to
16 metres. There was quite good fish life and we came across a large
moray, a pair of butterflyfish and a number of nudibranchs. There was
some nice soft coral and a school of sweepers hiding under some of the
bigger boulders. After 20 minutes we turned around and headed back. I
was reassured to see the same moray we'd passed on the way out. The
boat had swung slightly, but the visibility was good enough that we
were able to find it without too much trouble.
For the second
dive we headed shorewards towards one of the large caves, before
turning parallel to the shore. There was some surge, but a very
interesting rocky topography. Fish life was good along here as well,
with more nudibranchs too. We headed back towards the boat and I
decided to deploy my dSMB. This is where I found that my unfamiliarity
with thick gloves was a slight problem. It took me longer than usual to
connect the spool to the dSMB, then it took me 2 attempts to get any
air into the bag. Finally I managed to fill it and then I hit my
biggest problem - I couldn't wind the line round the spool properly. My
left hand couldn't hold the spool tightly enough so it just turned in
my hand, and the gloves were so bulky that they kept getting in the way
of whatever line I did wrap around it. The one positive thing to come
out of this is that I provided some much-needed entertainment to my
cold, shivering buddy, who had to keep clearing her mask because she
was laughing so much. Finally I made it to the surface, then nearly
dropped the spool before I'd had time secure the line.
All in
all it was a couple of pretty good dives, and I have to say that,
despite all the aggravation kitting up, I was toasty-warm in the water.
At this rate I might be doing a few more dives this winter than usual.
Although I need to do something about those gloves!
