Scuba trip to Mindoro, Nov 12 - 20 2010 part 2
Even though some good things are certainly within scuba swimming distance of the resort’s waterfront, options become limited without a boat. The ideal situation is to be dropped off and picked up; otherwise, air is wasted getting to and from the dive, if the site can be reached at all.
With that in mind Don doggedly troubleshot the inoperative outboard for more than two days. Before finally declaring the outboard a lost cause we kept our dives close to home mostly going out to the buoy directly in front of the resort, exploring outward from there before having to return before our air ran too low.
During one of these early dives Don and I found ourselves at the buoy mooring point some 100 yards out and about 35 feet down. While he studied his compass I ventured a few feet away to check out a small fish. Suddenly I heard something that caused me to kick strongly away from where I hovered a few inches above the seafloor. It sounded urgently metallic, a high pitched continuous rattling sound. Where I had just been the chain holding the buoy in place overhead was now in a heap. That’s what I had heard, the chain links clinking together as they fell. It wasn’t a real heavy chain and the water slowed its fall enough to keep it from causing any real harm to me even if it had landed on me, so no real drama there. The question we had though, was why the chain had fallen in the first place?
Sure enough, upon our return we clearly saw that the buoy was now merrily bobbing its way toward the local barrio beach. Inspecting it upon retrieval we discovered that the old steel attachment ring although rusty and much reduced from corrosion had clearly been roughly broken through from where the chain had pulled through it. And actually, we even knew who had done it. A large bangka boat contracted by one of the Filipino guests of the new manager had been tied to the buoy while we were below. It seems they had forgotten to untie as they motored away.
They needn’t have worried. Don soon decided that we would repair the wayward buoy. With me as his sidekick I would help and basically be along for the ride, a very bumpy ride as it turned out.