Confessions Of A Divemaster In Training - Wanderlusters

I pause, grabbing hold of the thick woven anchor rope my heart leaps forward into my mouth.My breathing becomes irregular and I start to take large gulps of air. I’m hovering, suspended in a bubble of deep blue walls that are inching closer to my mask with every breath.Looking down I see my buddy disappearing into the inky water below, his bubbles rush past me as they escape to the surface.

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