On how I plunged into the waters of the Caribbean Sea.
In our previous chapter, our hero is me. He was about to plunge into the depths of the Caribbean Sea. I've been a victim of blame for letting the audience in suspense, so there going the second half and already please Pick me up the punishment. We
divers, are fearless and practical beings. We pee directly into the sea and clean our viewer with saliva, or that's what I learned in our first voyage to the coordinates 33 ° N 25 ° south. Of course I'm kidding, I have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe location they were, only that it was out to sea, where only the bravest arrive.
We were all divers with our spandex dresses, perfectly tailored to our bodies and perhaps some will ask how I got into that suit? With hard work "answer. Suddenly I began to feel the need to get the oxygen tank. Are ever put such an outfit? I must say that my humanity oppressed and the air began to dwindle. No matter, "he said. The country comes first.
truth is that within the group of seven divers, we had only two Aztecs. It should be remembered that the rest of the team consisted of three Americans who brought an awful raw, one Russian, one French, Jaime "Diver" and the napkin. The latter two were the only Mexican in this diverse group. Actually I was not going to make me mourn that were choking the Gumaro, just because you bring her. Where would I leave the name of Mexico? Moreover, as we dive into this magnificent sea \u200b\u200bof \u200b\u200bour country, because until I was the host.
We started recording our videographer, while the rest of the divers were equipped with the rest of our team, consisting of essential oxygen tank, mask, manometer, supplemental oxygen nozzle, fins and weights. For all that is important to mention, the incredible challenge of maneuvering a boat in motion, to put all this motley. Imagine the reader will have five Masiosare pray and pray pa'lla going going over here, while their oxygen tanks clash with his humanity, adequately covered in spandex and walking like a cat in the uncomfortable spined fins. When
and were ready and the captain was arrested on "Sorcerer" from the meeting point for our riesgosísima immersion, threw the rope into the water and one by one we were jumping from the edge of the boat. I was the next to last, because I wanted to make sure that everyone was down. The latter was the Russian who by then had all my confidence. I swear to everyone here, I tried to give a decent jump. Not very cortito to not dip into the "Sorcerer", and so long as to end up in Cuba. But all that team that was disguised as the truth is that only let me give a tiny little step that I was about to spread on the stern.
Once in the water, the team was no longer a problem and gradually began to immerse myself in the dreaded depths, taking care of all the points that Jaime "El Buzo" I was in taught hours earlier. I dipped a little, depressurized checked my ears and my visor . I dipped a little, depressurized my ears back and checked my visor. A few minutes later we were all in the bottom of the sea and ten meters deep and our guide gave us the signal to release the rope and follow it.
At first I must say I struggled to stay in the background. Against everything that I thought, the most complicated this sport is to remain in the background. I began to despair a bit because nothing else saw my way down and I went up there again. I had to ingeniármelas to my ears down and demanded his part. One of them even thought tronaría until I got in a clever maneuver depressurized and air out there so that some fishes were frightened and went swimming. From that everything was hunky-dory and I must report that I remained on the pace with our guide, while the rest of my teammates were fighting their buoyancy and out every so often to drink water like dolphins.
I do not. I belong to the water and not leave until the finalization of the damned tank. Since then our experienced videographer realized I had far superior skills and did not stop with your camera waterproof. I think she was in love with me.
is very difficult to relate all the things I saw and everything I experienced. The first thing that came to mind was 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. I remembered during my trip to Captain Nemo and the entire crew of the Nautilus. " While swimming peacefully with my hands and touched the sandy bottom, home to small fish and other animals, so calm and so alien to our existence, they envy the fact that they do not care about paying a mortgage, utilities or go to a meeting.
There we saw huge banks of yellow fish, sea stars we saw incredible colors. We walk among coral reefs, which do nothing but marvel at all its forms and all its colors. They are so perfect and so precise, that seem to be better accommodated by the landscape, there is no fault or inaccuracy in them. We walked among a small grove of small plants that were shaped like wine glasses. I crawled under a rock to greet a family of grasshoppers, father, mother and son and I was captivated by what they transmit these animals alone with his movements and his eyes. I think I'll never eat lobster, to the sadness of my friends from "The Red Lobster."
A few meters of a sudden I got a stingray that without knowing the official measures of this horrific animal, giant seemed to me. Perhaps many people had been scared, but not me. My extensive maritime experience told me that if I paid attention not do anything.
We also saw some worms that live in a coral made called "Christmas Tree." These in particular fascinated me.
We also witnessed a turtle grazing on the sea floor and doing all the way out for air.
I would have put them all on this journey into the depths, where the last half hour I must say that I stood out as the best diver quota and therefore I must inform you that the national arms are covered with glory.
That ended our trip and so we went back to the surface. Inflate our vests to stay afloat and just when I was considering to stay and live there in the middle of nowhere, we reached the rickety "Wizard" to leave us almost on the beach in Cancun, where we had to swim to shore with everything and our team. So I went back to the joy of having known a different world, but also with the sadness of having to miss it until you experience it in the waters of the beautiful Caribbean Sea, where I, and I dived.
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