When I decided to write about exciting diving adventures in Mozambique I didn’t expect so many things against my initial intention. First it was our semi-rigid boat accident in March. We thought it was a minor job but after having done what we could the boat requires the manufacturer attention in Durban, where repair expenses are usually of the order of six figures.
Then JP, one of the best divers from the group, went away. The seven divers seem to be permanently away or preparing to go away. NB, for instance, is no longer working for the same company but today leaves to the States where he will meet JP. Last time we heard of Jo he was doing some work in Cahora Bassa, the big Zambeze dam.
However, the most disturbing news are about Vic. He doesn’t dive at all for quite sometime. After doing a battery of exams in South Africa, the doctors discovered a serious rare disease, supposedly for diving in the murky waters of Beira harbor. Now he works as a gymnastic instructor while at the same time studies law.
From time to time I am confronted with the fact that diving is a dangerous job and automatically my thoughts go to twenty years old J…, JP’s friend and also a diver. He was diving in apnea with a colleague, defying their time underwater. He never returned to the surface. Almost one day later he was found resting on the sandy bottom of the sea, not far from the place where he dived for the last time.