It’s a truth universally acknowledged that you never always get what you wish for.
Translated into diving terms: I didn’t see a damn Mola Sunfish in sight.
But at least a manta ray or 2 graced us with its presence at Manta Point in Nusa Penida. Crystal Bay was supposed to be dive stop 2, but the extremely choppy sea meant that the captain of the speed boat took us to S.D Point instead where I actually had my first drift dive experience over a coral plateau. 7 kg heavier with a 5 mm wet suit in colder waters, I felt like a complete beginner struggling with buoyancy in the gentle drift over the amazing reef.
A page over the intercom turned the afternoon a little sour when theory became reality: 2 missing divers – an instructor and a beginner – in the waters around Nusa Penida. The boat I was in powered through the choppy sea and found the stragglers on another speedboat. “We” took them in – the poor beginner looked stressed and exhausted while the instructor was chirpy but grateful – and handed them back to their proper boat whose inhabitants were crying with relief.
That made me wonder about the rescue training that I was taught just yesterday. Just how useful can I really be in that situation except to commiserate and comfort?