tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1296227847028405059.post3031596575944577409..comments2023-08-24T10:36:29.957-04:00Comments on trekking with the yoyo: Not in Kansas anymore!atyoyohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757860650906218248noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1296227847028405059.post-26773123241540658882007-09-19T12:16:00.000-04:002007-09-19T12:16:00.000-04:00I'm laughing :)...I've actually been scuba diving ...I'm laughing :)...I've actually been scuba diving in St. Thomas. I felt the panic (I hit the mouth piece for expelling water from your mouth -- thought it was the end -- had to keep talking to myself to calm down). In my experience, I was one of the "seven" waiting for the "one" who kept floating to the top. The instructor had to keep retrieving him. 30-40 minutes later and in 25 ft of clear water with lots of colorful little fishes (there's more to the store, where I rubbed up against some fire coral and thought I was leaving a trail of blood and an invitation to any sharks in the area), anyhow, back to the orioginal story. The "one" eventually ran out of air in his tank and the instructor had to take him back to shore. Which meant that we were left in 25 feet of water, without an instructor and no knowledge of what to do if he didn't return. Panic was at bay just waiting to take me! Obviously, I survived...The End<BR/>SandyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com