UNDER THE SEA

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s a contraption resembling a large upside down fish bowl was lowered over my head, I wondered what on earth had possessed me to want to be dumped under the sea.  Fair enough, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but then, as I stared down into the deep expanse of water, I began to doubt my decision. 

I was at “Aquaventure,” in Belle Mare, situated on the east coast of Mauritius, where I was about to embark on an “undersea walk,”  - a venture which would let me experience what it was like to walk along the sea bed and view the Mauritian wildlife.  The hut itself was located on an idyllic, sprawling and beautiful white beach belonging to the nearby Coco beach hotel.  As is the norm for August in Mauritius, the weather was sunny and warm, without being exceedingly hot.  At 2000 rupees per head, (or around £30 in English money) the trip was pricey, but apparently “worth it.”

We arrived at the boat at 9am, and were taken out to a suitable location for the undersea walk, which was only about half a mile from the coast.  The boat itself was surprisingly small, and seemingly lacking in equipment.  However, after mooring up at a small pontoon, I realized that the breathing apparatus etc was in fact kept there.  There were eleven of us in total, eight belonging to the party I was with, along with another couple and their ten year old son.  We were introduced to our three bronzed guides, one of whom I noticed bore an uncanny resemblance to the athlete Colin Jackson, even with the same ready smile.  In the case of an emergency he taught us hand signals, as shouting or screaming would obviously not be effective underwater.  However, they emphasised that most emergencies related to participants feeling nervous or uncomfortable, rather than a dangerous fish or problems with the breathing equipment.  

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Luckily I didn’t have to go first. Watching nervously as the first victim slid into the large hole in the middle of the boat, I wished I was my friend Becca, who being the sensible one, had decided that being weighed down underwater with just a plastic bubble over her head was going to be too much of a claustrophobic experience.  Rather than feeling left out however, she sat happily snapping pictures of us as we prepared for our descent.

As the eager Mauritian guide attached a metal weighted belt around my waist, I asked what would happen if ...

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