The evening was to become 100% social, no diving, just the usual predive chat that bonds people together, I was the stranger, however I felt most welcome by this motly bunch, which was probably just as well considering I was to share cabin with three of them.
The next morning with rum still flowing through our veins, and various other fluids of a similar nature, the more experienced of us set of for WHITE ROCKS, about 5 Km away for an advanced dive!
This proved to be quite an adventurous dive with no time to take photographs, in fact it was all over in 20 minutes with Martin the instructor and four of us (Roy, Lee and Matt) being exposed to upcurrents, downcurrents, and an incredible view of the fish life (barracuda, batfish and a beautiful eagle ray).
Most of the time was taken by concentrating on hanging on to the rock or risk being swept away to god only knows where, but more adventure to follow.
On surfacing, the tender was around 100 metres away, and no engine running. We soon discovered that there was no fuel, and it was drifting away from us, the wind aiding this distancing factor.
BUGGA !
To cut a long story short we did make it to the boat (otherwise I would not be writing this). A very knackering exercise I may add. All of us were very exhausted, and I must admit I had to dump my weights and was wishing I had brought along a wetsuit instead of a skinsuit, which would have given me more buoyancy.
Well were definately out of fuel, and about 30 to 40 minutes later a passing boat of sheep and two chappies gave us a hand by a fuel donation (we refused the offer of a sheep). We made it back to the Charlotte Anne for a well deserved breakfast and some tales to tell.
Feeling good to be alive after White Rocks (Roy and Deborah)
