Today marked the beginning of my PADI training in Amed, and I was eager to start my diving adventure. I woke up around 7:30, hit the snooze button on my alarm, and finally got out of bed at 8 am. After putting on my swimming trunks, I headed for breakfast. Kadek, the woman of the house, prepared a delicious banana pancake and served me some tea. The breakfast was delightful, and I expressed my gratitude to her. Choosing to stay at Manis Homestay had indeed proven to be a fantastic decision – this family was incredibly welcoming and kind.
Theory Lessons
Following breakfast, I headed to the diving company to meet my instructor, and our first order of business for my PADI training was diving theory. I delved into five different chapters, with a set of test questions after each one. Once I successfully answered the questions, I earned the opportunity to undertake the official exam for that particular chapter. The instructional material was presented through Dutch diving videos, which occasionally brought a chuckle due to some blatantly obvious rules. While the information was comprehensible, it was also quite extensive, considering the myriad factors to consider. We worked from 8:30 am until noon, and my instructor suggested I could take the final exam the next day. However, I insisted on completing it immediately, feeling a sense of fatigue from the theory. In the end, I was satisfied with my decision.
During the break between chapters 4 and 5, I enjoyed a delightful lunch at the dive resort. The included meal, part of my course package for the PADI training in Amed, added an extra layer of satisfaction to its taste. Following the successful completion of the exam, we eagerly embarked on the long-awaited diving session.
First Pool Dive
After assembling each component, my instructor provided a detailed explanation of its functioning and outlined the key inspection points. Subsequently, he briefed me on the techniques we would be practicing. This involved tasks such as removing my mask underwater, repositioning it, and clearing any accumulated water inside. Additionally, I practiced dropping my air hose while audibly releasing a continuous ‘aaaaaahhhh’ for air expulsion—a crucial skill for an emergency ascent due to the prohibition of holding one’s breath underwater to prevent lung injuries from water pressure. Another technique involved the ‘Out of Air’ gesture, signaling to my dive partner that I was low on oxygen and needed to share their air hose.
I thoroughly enjoyed diving, and I found some techniques to be more manageable than anticipated. In the confined space of the small swimming pool, we only descended to a depth of 2 meters. Using fins felt unfamiliar, and my instructor signaled that I was executing it incorrectly. Another specific skill involved removing my diving vest underwater while continuing to breathe through my oxygen mask, followed by putting the vest back on. After my teacher demonstrated, I signaled for him to repeat the process before I attempted it myself.
He demonstrated the technique once more, appearing frustrated. When I attempted it, I encountered difficulties, causing my air tank to ascend to the surface. I asked for a bathroom break and apologized. He expressed annoyance at having to demonstrate it again. This, in turn, frustrated me as I believed I had been a good student, successfully mastering nearly everything on the first attempt. Thoughts like, ‘Where is your patience with someone new to diving?’ crossed my mind. I explained that it was my first time, and he acknowledged that it was okay.
Back to the Homestay
Fatigued, I returned at 4:30 pm. This day had been draining, particularly due to the extensive theoretical segment. Upon arriving back at Manis Homestay, I was greeted by the warm Manis family. Kedak (the man) inquired if I still wished to witness the ongoing ceremony. Grateful, I declined as I felt too exhausted. Kadek kindly brought me local snacks and a Coke Zero.
I returned to my room and lay on my bed. To my surprise, the family had cleaned my room, and my bed was neatly made. It was remarkable, as I was accustomed to requesting such services. Although I tried to relax, I was still quite upset with my diving instructor. I couldn’t forget his facial expression changing underwater when I signaled him to repeat the technique; I just couldn’t believe it. In an instant, it altered the entire diving experience for me. This wasn’t the PADI training in Amed I had anticipated.
Café Amed
I reminded myself to relax and stay composed. Tomorrow, I would have my ocean dive and another chance to succeed. After an hour of rest, chatting, and browsing the internet, I ventured out. My destination was Café Amed, where I planned to enjoy a meal. The food was delicious, and while dining, I engaged in a conversation with my colleague through WhatsApp. It’s a habit of mine to reach out to people via WhatsApp when dining alone, haha. At Café Amed, I relished some fantastic spring rolls as an appetizer and chicken satay as the main course. I had decided to skip dessert.
Upon returning to the homestay, I observed that everyone had already retired for the night. Kadek, while passing my room, inquired about my well-being. I assured him that I was doing well and requested one of my Coke Zero beverages from their family fridge. He returned with a large glass of ice and my drink. Expressing my gratitude, I wished him goodnight. They mentioned that they expected me to be present at 8 am the following day. Setting my alarm for 7, I went to bed. Before sleeping, I took some final photos of my room, intending to preserve the memory of this delightful space and the genuinely hospitable Manis family.
