Diving on stream?

 Done! Can't say that it was the dream of my life, but I confess that the idea of immersion sometimes visited me. I wanted to at least try. And here we are on the upper deck, which carries us to the dive site. Lying on the mats, through the noise of the motor trying to hear a little coaching. Lying - because the boat rocking and stand there just unreal.

 We brought in a beautiful Cove with a small cave, break into groups and waiting their turn are given the opportunity to just swim in the sea. 

 And now it's our turn. Fear of the dive was not as many years of swimming lessons were not in vain. And I naively thought that it will be to my advantage. How wrong I was. It turns out that in order to dive, not even necessarily to be able to swim. 

 The first thought that came to me after we put 20 pound snorkels, vests, masks, and threw into the water were: "How do you breathe?" The feeling that not enough air, caused the initially panic and the desire to quit. Moreover, many before me have already dropped out of the race at this stage. But a worm of vanity or pride, picking my brain, pressed on some one known to him the pain points, suggesting to me that I can, I MUST do it. Realizing the same, not in words but in deeds that, in the process of breathing involves only the mouth, I regrouped and showed the instructor that you are ready. He told me the gesture made it clear that it is possible to take. What I tried to do. But there it was. Before you push me out to sea, I why so much inflated vest that I now as the ball wobbled its surface is unable to go under water. Apparently, good instructors reinsured, having decided that I will not be able to float independently. It's a shame, yeah! Seeing my fruitless attempts, the instructor started me imbedded. 

 But he had to let go, as I like cork, he came to the surface. In the end, the instructor still managed to deliver me to the bottom, where already there was the whole group, consisting of 4 persons. The gesture showed me that I clung to the stone. Easy to say. The stone was slippery and round, and cling to it failed twice in the fifth. On the first attempt, the hand slipped, and I was drawn to the surface. When this problem was solved, another began. I had a feeling that the mask POPs out of his mouth. Because of this, I constantly held her hand. 

 At one point, distracted by the mask, I forgot myself and made a breath through the nose. And I realized that there is no air, I was again seized with panic. Bit out of breath, increased. I had to pull myself together and establish mouth breathing, taking a few deep breaths with a pause between them. While I was trying to cope with their problems, other members already fed the fish. 

 I've had a little taste of this fun. But here the instructor shows a gesture that you can swim. Now, finally, I think, all starts. BUT.... after a few strokes of his flippers, we emerge.

  And that's ALL?!!! When I have only just started to turn? I got out with a sense of mild frustration, pleased only that I did IT. That was my first unlucky experience. So I have tasted all the delights of the streaming method of teaching diving in Turkey with its developed industry pumping money from the pockets of tourists.