December is already upon us, it is 27 degrees in Gran Canaria, and we work like Chinese children in a Nike factory.
Our training to become Divemaster starts as soon as we land on Gran Canaria. We have so much to learn, one month is not gonna be too much!
Aukena and Mousse stay put during the day in Arguineguin, no worries here. We tried to tie the boat to an unused concrete block at the bottom, but we are so heavy that we find the block turned upside down after a windy day. We’ll just keep our two anchors like normal people.
But you may wonder, what does the day of a Divemaster actually look like? Well our time is divided as such:
- 7 am: grumpy wake up to take the bus
- 8:30 am: the first clients arrive, we put on our best “Diving is fun!” mask (hard for me, see first point)
- 8:45 am: Preparation of all the diving gear, getting a few killer looks when trying to guess their suit size
- 10 am: 1st dive, the water is 19ºC, glad we have suits
- 12 am: Lunch/coffee/biscuits (Antoine eats 1 pack of cookies per day)
- 1:30 pm: 2nd dive, we start to get a bit cold
- 2:30 pm: sometimes 3rd dive, we are kind of freezing
- 4pm: back to the center, unload and clean all the gear, fill the tanks on the compressor, debrief.
- 7:30 pm: I sleep like a baby in the saloon
Our days are well-filled, and very tiring. But we love it! The southern coast of Gran Canaria is perfectly sheltered from dominant winds, water is mostly clear. There are a dozen different diving spots, ranging from 8 to 45-meters deep. We know all of them by heart after a while (we dived 50+ times in a month!), but clients are always different, and in the end that is what matters most for a diving instructor.
The staff warns us on our first day: there are good clients, and bad ones. More often than not, the bad ones seem to be of a particular nationality, but I’ll stop there before sounding racist. That being said, when someone tells you he can’t swim AFTER putting on the gear and just before doing a 12-meters dive, you start to believe this theory.
After a while, we realise that Antoine always seems to get the worst clients, and me the best ones. I suspect cosmic Karma.
December 19th – Back to homeland for Christmas
Christmas is sacred in Antoine’s family, there was no way in hell he could have stayed in a hole like Gran Canaria this time of year. Normandy is so much more fun in winter! Since our boat hitchhikers Alex and Max still haven’t found a boat to take them to South America, we offer them housing against some cat-sitting. Everyone is happy!
On the 19th, we hop on a Ryanair plane which, after 2 and a half hours of delay due to a broken light (…), gets us to Paris Beauvais. How lucky we are to be back here, it is raining, 6ªC, with machine guns and yellow vests welcoming us at the airport. However, I feel much better when I see the birthday cake, cheese and good wine waiting for me at Antoine’s!
Christmas is always about the same things, eating, drinking, gifts and family drama for me. Nothing more to tell about those days! After a lot of thinking we decide to do New Year’s Eve at Antoine’s with his two brothers, everyone is sick but apparently Ibuprofen mixes well with Champagne.
January 3rd – Back to Gran Canaria
Our flight back is not late, nor is it early, it arrives precisely when it means to. After a few hours, we are back in Tenerife, to the boat and most of all to Mousse, who gives us the cold treatment after those 2 weeks of abandonment. But she cannot keep it on for long…