Sometimes I Question My Profession

Saturday’s two dives in the morning were not quite as memorable as my first dive ever.  The first dive of the morning was deeper, about 14 meters.  Jane & I went with another diver named Marcus who was German, and his diving guide, though once the dive started we did not really stay together.  We practiced some diving skills, like how to do an emergency ascent, and taking the kit off and on under water.  After we swam around for about 40 minutes, which see4ms like a pretty standard dive at this depth.  We saw a couple bigger fish, though really I don’t know the names of any of them.The waves got a little rough at the top, and Marcus ended up feeling a little queezy, so we went back to the beach to drop him off before our second dive.  We went back to ‘cave’ from the first day. Our boat driver’s name was Sineal, and he said he knew my mother, though I could get no stories out of him.  Before doing my backwards roll off the boat I kept looking to make sure it was clear.

Sineal said to me, “Nothing’s there.”

And then as I was rolling off he said, “Except the turtle.”

And off we went.  The visibility was awful this time.  You could barely see 2 meters in front of you.  We tried doing some diving skills at the bottom, but the low visibility made it very hard.  One of the skills involved floating stationary just about the ground, but I had so much trouble making out where the button was that I couldn’t really orient myself.

After the dive Jane snapped a picture of me for my diving license, and went to upload my information onto the padi website–though it was broken so they couldn’t print out my temporary license.

I went back to Mambe’s, which is down by the surfer end of the beach, though they are a little pricey by Sri Lanka standards (150 rupees for a 12 oz beer, as opposed to a 750 ml bottle, and 350 for a shot of arrack).  I like the atmosphere, and generally there seems to be more people there.  I tried to lure a chess player out by leaving my board and pieces out on the table while reading, but didn’t get any takers.  As I was leaving a kid named Dawson came up and introduced himself.  He was also half sin halese, though he was from London. I told him I was coming back later because the rotating dance party was there that night.

That didn’t end up happening though.  Ranji’s fishing boat ended up coming back that night.  He sauntered in to the kitchen with a big shit-eater grin on his face while we were cooking dinner.  Danarathna got very excited, and we went down to the pier where they were unloading the boat.  We ended up drinking two bottles of arrack, never making it back to dinner, and never making it back to Mambe’s.

I think all in all they unloaded 8,000 kg of fish after seven days of fishing.  Every member of the crew (about 6-7) walked away with about $800-$1,000 USD that was basically tax free.  The owner made about $5,000, which will be taxed at about 8%.  They caught all sorts of fish, with the cheap stuff staying local, or going to the capital and the rarer stuff like tuna and shark getting boxed up in ice and getting freighted over to Japan.

I think my cousin makes more money then I do by fishing.

January 23, 2010 • Tags: , • Posted in: Vacation

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