scooter
If wrecks and reefs and fish don’t make your diving exciting enough there are always gadgets: knife, torch, safety sausage (really) and the biggest toy of all: underwater scooter. Which of course is not a scooter but a diver propulsion vehicle or, in PADI speak, DPV. By the way, diving argot is full of acronyms. Starting from SCUBA of course, which stands for Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus, through BCD, BWRAF, CESA, DAN, DIR, PADI and VENTID. Pretty much each and every word is an acronym for something else. No wonder computer geeks were left with GNU.
No matter how you call it, the little torpedo is a lot of fun. It let’s one feel like an underwater James Bond. Doing corkscrews and loops, banking into turns and impressing (translation: annoying) the hell out of not so well equipped divers. One can even hitch a ride with similar amount of body contact, if less noise, than on a Harley.
We didn’t just ride it for the sheer fun. Being seriously minded people we took advanced open water diver course. Nothing says advanced diver like cartwheeling behind a propelled gizmo. Especially when you have an instructor watching over you.
Not that we were planning to hone our scuba skills in a classroom, but Florida, being part of US, is more strict when it comes to PADI regulations especially the one that limits open water certified divers to 60 feet. Other diving locations we sampled before were more relaxed: we passed 80 feet while getting certified on Curaçao and 100 feet on Cayman Islands. That said, I’m happy we took the class. It was a blast. Thank you, Sadie!