Cuba: A Little Tropical Dip

Joey’s First Southern Dives

On our second day in Cuba we immediately booked our scuba diving excursion through the travel agent at the resort. We don’t waist any time. It was the main reason we had come down south and we did not want to miss out on this opportunity. Barracuda Dive Shop was the outfitter that they recommended. We decided to do two days of diving, one day on the Atlantic side of Cuba and one day on the Caribbean side.

Atlantic Enrage:

Our dives in the Atlantic ocean were from a chartered boat. We met the crew right across from our resort, at the marina. Upon our arrival I knew it was going to be a long day dealing with our doofus divemasters. The equipment left a lot to be desired. Just looking at the rust building up on the regulators and holes in the wet suits I could tell that this equipment lacked proper maintenance and care. It was in that instance that Joey and I decided that we would never travel without our own personal mask and regulator again.

Joey Scuba Diving in Cuba
The White, Blue and Red Cuban Flag

The boat took off as soon as everyone had their equipment loaded up. We weaved in and out of the mangrove canal towards the open ocean. The surf was choppy but not enough to give anyone the nauseating feeling of seasickness. We had a large enough group that there were two divemasters accompanying us on the boat. They split us between themselves, and we got put in a group with some interesting characters. The two that really stick out in my mind was the older german couple with the gopro. They both had burly physique. The man was a little more friendly than his better half and we exchanged a little bit of small talk on the boat ride. I can’t even remember our divemasters name, but I can tell you he barely spoke a word of English.

In about an hour we arrived at the shipwreck, our first dive location. The boat slowed to a light putter, giving everyone the signal to suit up. After the divemaster, I was one of the first ones to hit the water. I checked my equipment following my entry into the water to ensure everything was still working properly. That was when I noticed that my depth gauge and compass were flooded and now dysfunctional. What a pain, everything had seemed to be fine on the boat was now breaking in the water. I went to signal the divemaster that my equipment was broken. As I was showing him my console and trying to communicate my problem (which was already challenging given the language barrier), the divemaster took it upon himself to grab my BCD hose and deflating it, sending me underwater. What and unprofessional idiot, I didn’t even have my regulator in. I was livid and thankfully a strong swimmer. I moved away from him and ripped my hose from his hand. I now had two choices, climb back onto the boat and can my dive day (they obviously did not have the intelligence to bring spares) or stay extra close to my dive buddy, Joey, and use his depth gauge. I decided to dive with the malfunctioning equipment.

We descended 90 feet to the shipwreck some more gracefully than others. Invasive lionfish swam in an out of the portals while colorful fish aggregated in schools. We drifted on the current away from the ship and above a reef teeming with life. It was hard to watch some of the amature divers bump up against the coral with not a second thought about repercussions. We ended the dive at another shipwreck and partners ascended in no particular sequence as their air dictated.

The surface interval lasted only about an hour before we slipped back into our dampened wetsuits. It was just enough time to eat some snacks that we had taken from the the resort buffet that morning. The second dive was a reef dive. The boat had traveled to a new shallower location while we had been eating. You could see the massive coral silhouettes towering under the waves. GoPro in hand Joey stride jumped into the lapping water in front of me. It was nice to be back under the water. We descended as a group and toured the reef. Morays, grunts, yellow snappers, groupers and puffers are a small list of the millions of species we saw. In what felt like an instant the dive was over and we got the signal to surface and make our way to the boat. I was glad that we had booked a second day of diving, I can never get enough of it.

Caribbean Bliss:

On the second day of diving we traveled several hours to the Caribbean side of Cuba to reach our dive destination. A big bus with only a handful of other divers picked us up at our resort before the sun rose. A Russian, the same German couple from our previous day of diving, a man from Czechoslovakia, a friendly Brit and two divemasters greeted us as we piled into the bus. Following the chaotic diving day we had the day before, I was really happy when our divemasters came and introduced themselves to us and both spoke fluent English. Not only was he charismatic and a lot more personable, he took the time to tell us all about the landscape we drove through on our way to the coast.

Looking into the Ocean Through a Scuba Diving Mask

We parked oceanside at a rocky beach, unloaded and assembled our gear. As if the turquoise sea wasn’t colorful enough, locals flocked the area with souvenirs, local delicacies and a few even had some alligators and snakes for tourists to hold. We entered the rocky escarpment and the water felt like a warm bath as it seeped through our wetsuit. Supposedly the Caribbean sea heats up a few degrees more than the Atlantic. As I put my mask on and sunk my face inside the peacock water, I felt like I was diving in an aquarium. The two shore dives took us out to a huge coral encrusted ledge dropping off into a blue abyss. Years of brilliant coral and sponge formations in all shapes and textures covered every inch of the wall. Schools of fish mingled around us just out of reach as if trying to coax us to touch them. Naturally Joey and I faded back to the end of the group having way too much fun taking pictures and looking at the the penis shaped sponges. On both dives a 2 foot long silvery barracuda darted out of nowhere and proceeded to follow us like a lost puppy looking for a treat. Barracuda’s are attracted to and love shiny objects. One look at its menacing face and I was pretty happy that I had been smart enough to take all my rings off before we left the resort.

Having dove both the Atlantic side and Caribbean side of Cuba, I would strongly encourage anyone to try it out. The visibility was great, the water temperature was nice and the wildlife was bountiful, the only thing I didn’t enjoy was the dive outfitter on the first day. That being said when diving, it’s easy to forget the bad when you are distracted by so much good!

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