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We were up at 8am and had watermelon and mango for breakfast followed by some greasy muffins at the centre – the fruit lasted the walk to school but by the time we got there we were hungry again. We had the knowledge review for Chapter 3 and the quiz – I got one question wrong ruining my perfect score so far. Getting suited up we decided to change my wetsuit, my on-going problem with a too small wetsuit (it was too short, too tight and so restricted my movements after taking ages to get on) was solved, changing to a short wetsuit which actually fit me, although I did need Djalma to zip me in while I held my breath.
After our briefing we got back in the water to do Confined Water 3 and practise more skills the most difficult of which was neutral buoyancy – neither floating nor sinking just hovering in the water – much more difficult than it sounds. Several times in the previous sessions we had all, at one point or another, gone pinging to the surface - drawn up like we were attached to big rubber bands, and not realising it until it was too late. Today's practice buoyancy wasn't half bad at all though and Matt was very impressed saying that we had come a long way, especially me and Amy, we went straight into a floating position rather than our fins resting on the sand with our bodies moving up and down without touching the sand, mind you I think that having fatter legs made keeping our fins on the sand impossible without someone holding them down so we didn't have much choice except to float freely.
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Buoyed up, pardon the pun, by our success we broke for lunch and went to get a falafel with Amy, sitting down in the shade another Australian joined us, this one was a blogger for Lonely Planet and had been travelling for a fair old while. We kind of swapped stories but basically listened to him talking about his recent time in Pakistan which sounded so amazing, hassle free, cheap and beautiful that before he had finished talking we were all so excited and dying to go there, it's definitely on our list of places to go now.
Back to Planet dive and three hours of near uninterrupted PADI DVD viewing pleasure, basically a recital of everything we had already read in our books but a course requirement. Three numb bottoms got up, six legs creaking and made their way back home to get dinner and rest. After saying goodbye to Amy we made our way bake to Matt's house along the seafront again, there was a stunning sunset over the rooftops, rays of light blasting out between low fluffy clouds, absolutely stunning.
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Back at Matt's we had a banana and chatted to him and Linda, his girlfriend. Feeling shattered and just about ready to jump into bed he pulled out an RDP, a Recreational Dive Planner, it's a piece of card with depths and times on it so you can work out how many dives you can fit in over a period of time when taking into account theoretical amounts of nitrogen in your blood, oh shit. I struggled to wake up and take in all the information, numbers swimming in front of my eyes and my brain refusing to compute the information Matt was giving us. Nevertheless we managed, Djalma doing a much better job than me, to understand enough to provide answers to tomorrows questions in the knowledge review and then we hit the sack big style, out like lights.
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