Diving Into Blue

So maybe I was a little too quick with the post this morning that said Greg's BCD was fixed. I guess it was fixed this morning, but then, it broke again.

We just climbed aboard the boat this morning. The boys had brought down my BCD and our bags with our fins and masks inside. It was still early; we had some time before the boat would leave the pier. Edwin was coming with us this morning to babysit Sonita during the boat ride. He came rushing to the boat and talked to Pingo, our Divemaster, in Spanish. (Here's where it would be great if I knew Spanish.)

I could tell there was something wrong. As he talked to Pingo, he glanced from Pingo to me. I thought maybe he wouldn't be able to go with us on the boat; that was a possiblity we knew about. Then, Greg walked up, and we got the story.

"Your BCD is broken again, in the same place " Pingo explained. "Sometimes, that glue doesn't stick very well. It's Mexican glue, you know. They'll bring you a rental, ok?"

And, of course, it had to be ok. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to dive our last two dives of the trip. Greg grumbled a bit; I guess I would have too.

Bad news: Darn it! Greg has to wear one of those stinking rentals with a weight belt for two more dives.

Good news: Greg gets a new BCD when we get home! (He likes this part a lot!)