You’re supposed to swim out through huge tumbling waves while the rest of the crew are supposed to give you slack on the rope by unrolling the wheel. Not that day. This day was the first time we were getting our training and I (the not so serious one) was to swim out and save the person who had to be “saved”, while the crew on the beach got their training. Most of the time I was always the guinea pig.
I found myself swimming in one spot for probably about 30 minutes because people back on the beach, weren’t giving me enough slack to swim out.
Another half an hour of swimming only 5 meters, I finally managed to reach him. Next, you’re supposed to semi float, half leaned back so that the one you “save”, sits snuggled on top of you. What was supposed to happen after I had secured my“unconscious” swimmer was lift my arm out of the water, indicating to the folks back on the beach that they can now reel me back in. BUT because this was our first attempt, they started reeling us in before I was ready.
I cannot explain the speed at which you go flying through the water, back towards the beach – but I can say it was the most terrifying, underwater experience of my life. I was literally flying backwards UNDER WATER. I had no control.
Don’t worry, you doing well
I managed to pull myself together and left the guy at sea. I realized then and there, I needed to save myself.
No. They didn’t see me lose him and pulled me right up onto the beach covered in sand and regret.