So what is it exactly that makes a divemaster?
Is it the long, arduous training course with lots of theory, examinations, physical exertion and the occasional brutal (but oh so richly deserved) beating from the instructors?
No.
Is it the completed application form mailed off to the appropriate training agency together with the necessary fees?
No.
Is it something more spiritual - an attitude or persona that makes its home within those individuals who prove themselves to be worthy of the role?
No.
Or is it the nice black T-shirt with DIVE MASTER
written on it?
Could be!
Guys… I’ve made it - I have that T-shirt! All that remains now is for the man from PADI to say yes
!
And almost as if to celebrate my metamorphosis, an 11th hour open water course with two students. Smart, fit, young men from Sweden. We finished the first three theory modules today which leaves a quite relaxed day of theory tomorrow. Then they climb the mountain. After that, if they can handle it, we take them into the water.
We had a few (not quite celebratory) beers after work. The hotel bar was full-to-brimming with divemasters, diving instructors and a course director. I was congratulated quite a lot.
Then I went back to Markus and Sascha’s home for dinner - a yummy lasagne.
Quite a good day. I suppose I’ll have to think seriously about going back to the UK now