Today we stopped in Clarence Town on Long Island.
We wanted to see the famous Dean’s Blue Hole, the deepest hole on the planet so they say. 663’ deep. Evidently there is a competition beginning soon. Curious, we took a taxi ride there only to arrive as something bad was happening. There was a small crowd by the waters edge and as we approached we could see a body in and half out of the water. A Japanese free diver was lying on the beach with two guys kneeling beside her. Not breathing. In the background, the platform where they free dive. Up in the rocks, behind a memorial for 3, there is a large tank with a very long blue hose attached and one guy, a diver, was forcing air into her lungs with the regulator. The other, a bystander like us, was assisting and rolling her on her side to let water pour out. We stood back and watched and held our breaths. Finally she started breathing on her own. Her friends were frantically trying to figure out what to do and how to get her to a hospital. Our driver stepped up but not before Eric brought the 100 pound tank down the rocks and helped get it to the taxi so she would have it just in case.
It was surreal. And of course the question must be asked. Why would anyone do such a thing? Dive without oxygen to a depth so deep that you will either make it, or drown. I don’t get it.
There were no SCUBA safety divers, and the visibility was poor. I had the notion before we left to bring flippers and mask and pretend and take a photo holding onto the rope.
Instead, we climbed up some rocks and jumped off a cliff.
Scary, but safe.
I respect others who take calculated risks.
My whole life I’ve done my fair share and am lucky to still be around. But with age comes wisdom and a greater appreciation for the beautiful thing we call life.
Editors note: We learned when our driver returned that she made it.
There’s a saying that goes “It’s better in the Bahamas”.
The water and the sand is – that’s for sure!