Return of Aqua Team

Aqua team is how I refer to my husband, son and myself when we are Scuba diving.  We all have nicknames as well.  Husband is Manatee, son is Sting Ray and I am Starfish.  I know its silly but we have a great time.

Last night we took a refresher coarse to prepare for our dives in Montego Bay later in the month.  Its a good thing we did the refresher, because we had a few... shall I say issues.

It started with squeezing into the wetsuit.  Yeah, just not looking like Halle Barry in a James Bond flick.  Luckily my hubby isn't really 007.  Next I start putting my equipment together as the instructor stops by.  He notes that I forgot to add the buoyancy control vest to the regulator and tank.  Pretty basic unless you plan on holding the tank throughout the dive.  I also forgot how heavy the equipment is and nearly fell over on my way to the edge of the pool. This is all before entering the water.

I should add Manatee and Sting Ray were awesome.  Not only do they look like pros they remembered everything.  Me not so much.  I apparently did not check my partner's tank connection very well, which I realized as the tank nearly fell out of the jacket while we were under.  Opps.  Also blew up my vest so much that it fell into the excess pocket, which sounds like a hole.  Vest bursting at seams is not great for my self esteem.

After two hours in the water, I finally fell back into it.  Of course, we were all out cold and exhausted at 8 pm last night, but that is the life of an extreme sports family like the Aqua Team.

Photos pending.