Vertical Blue 2008 - The Blue Hole is Alive with the Sound of Music
Posted By Peter Scott on 9 April 2008
Dean's Blue Hole, Long Island, Bahamas
Update April 9: Ryuzo turned early at 99.2m citing equalizing as the reason for turning. Megumi made 59m, closing in on the Japanese national record. Tomoko improved on her 54m dive, making her way down to 56m cleanly. Kathryn conquered 50m in constant weight without fins, succeeding with a strong hook breath at the surface and never losing her focus. Kerian also did an “easy” dive to 64m, thanks to some equalizing advice from Dave Mullins.
Leo Muraoka had the dive of day, making a national record dive to 76m in free immersion. “I had trouble equalizing at around sixty metres, but I managed to make it.” This has been a long time coming for Leo, and it is his first national record in freediving. A fitting achievement to a person has been freediving longer than all of us here in the Blue Hole.
Dave Mullins called off his dive this morning, telling us that he felt under the weather mentally even though he felt fine in the water. With some many attempts already under his belt, the mental strain of going deeper than anyone has gone before, may be catching up with him. The mental side of this sport is not to be underestimated. Dave still has two more days to give it a go.
The Blue Hole is alive…
Monday night, Eric Fattah and I went diving in the Blue Hole at dusk. It had been a great day. Ryuzo Shinomya had set a new national record (101m) and even after the long haul of six weeks of diving in the Bahamas with his partner Tomoko, he made it look easy, despite tired legs. Eric had also made history with a dive to 67m on FRC sinking from the surface that proved easy in terms of air, but complicated for other reasons. After giving the surface protocol, he blinked and looked around and blinked again, anxious because he couldn’t see anything. DCS? Narcosis? No, he had lost his contact lenses somewhere on the way. Afterwards, he was happy to have completed the dive, even though mentally exhausted from doing new personal bests on three consecutive days in a style full of unknowns.
But the sunset last night made all that seem miles away. The Blue Hole was quiet, resting after a day of excitement. A crescent moon rose in the west and the constellation Orion stretched out across the sky. So strange to see the winter constellations overhead in the warm summer air. Strange fishes, nearly invisible, winnowed their way around the submerged circumference of the hole, like sentries to the lair of a blue dragon.
We both felt so much at home in the darkening depths, lit warmly by the familiar yellow glow of our computers. I made a personal best, but would have left with a smile, anyway.
That’s the magic of the Blue Hole.
That night Natalia Avseenko, after canceling her dive earlier in the day because of a sticky ear, expressed doubt that she should even try the world record the next day.
But in the morning, safety diver and volunteer, Simon Bennett and I both had a good feeling. It was going to be a good day for diving.
The Singing Freediver
Natalia holds the line in her hands, feet braced against it below the surface. The surface is quiet and we can all hear her breathe. Five minutes! It begins all over again.
Natalia Avseenko was born and raised in Moscow and now runs a freediving and yoga instruction outfit that holds classes in Moscow and in the Red Sea. A former swimmer in the Soviet Olympic system, Natalia left the sport burnt out and disappointed in the competitive system at that level. She got into scuba diving while in university. Five years ago, on a safari trip in Egypt and Sudan, her scuba diving equipment was stolen. A little later she stumbled upon a documentary about Julia Petrik, one of Russia’s first freedivers.
“I was so impressed by how Julia moved, her sense of freedom and graceful movements underwater,” Natalia remembers. She took the confluence of the gear theft and Julia’s example as a positive sign for her to try a new approach in the water.
Around that time, she went through a painful divorce and felt a “little lost.” A friend of hers, a diver centre manager, told her that Natalia Molchanova had started training sessions in Moscow and that she should go.
After three training sessions over two weeks, Natalia entered her first competition, encouraged by Molchanova. She hadn’t had time to learn much and no one told her about the rules and recovery breathing and so she experienced her first samba. But she had already felt that holding her breath underwater was something special.
Official top! Natalia tips her head back, starts packing with her eyes still closed. And then she dives down. After only a few strokes, all we can see are the soles of her feet, flicking back and forth.
“I sing during my dives,” Natalia said to me a few days ago. “I sing to myself inside, a poem that Natalia Molchanova wrote, usually, or a song.”
On her first training session in open water, Natalia soon found herself at 52m. Although she kicked most of the way down, she found that she enjoyed the sensations of pressure on her chest, the process of equalizing, the sinking phase, the changes in colour, light and the reaction of her body.
“On scuba, I would hear myself breathing, my heartbeat and the bubbles. But there I felt complete silence. I love being down there and having no thoughts – tabula rasa. I am impressed with the feeling of being united with the universe and at the same time being a mere particle. It brings me a feeling of unconditional love.”
Joy calls out from the fish finder readings: “45 metres!” “Come one, Natalia,” one of us or all of us mutter quietly. Come on! “50 metres!” Seconds stretch their limits. “TURN!” Grant says, louder, now. I dolphin my way down to 20m to meet Natalia, hoping that she has the tag and that she made it all the way.
Natalia ascends with crisp strokes, looking straight ahead at the line. Without a mask, her eyes seem to be gathering in all the light of the Blue Hole and focusing them within.
Suddenly, at about ten metres she turns her head and looks at me. It is not the look of someone in need of help. She seems to focus on my face for a second, as if her vision is perfect, even without the goggles, for a beat, … and then she returns to the task at hand. The dive.
Within seconds of surfacing, Natalia does the surface protocol with confidence. Now she has almost a minute to wait before the judges will have their say on the performance, but already it is starting to sink in. First, a broad Natalia Avseenko smile breaks across her face. Her eyes widen in disbelief and expectation. She laughs, and the sound of it bounces off the volunteers in the water and the walls of the Blue Hole.
Thirty seconds, still she has to wait. Now the bubble of happiness is exploding in her chest and she’s still not letting it go completely. Forty-five seconds. The judges and safety divers smile now at this athlete who loves freediving so much. And we make silent deals with Poseidon so that nothing silly will ruin the moment: An errant mouth dip to rinse the face or someone touching her in unrestrained congratulations. But we all keep still and watch Natalia’s presence grow and grow until Grant Graves and Fran Rose share a look, flip up the white cards they’ve been guarding in their hands until now, and tell Natalia Avseenko, gladly, despite the weight of their official responsibilities, that she has a new world record dive to 57m in constant weight without fins. Natalia leaps out of the water and lets the happiness bubble fly out her lungs with a cry of triumph.
This is the kind of moment that makes freediving so special. A person finding meaning in the depths of the ocean and sharing it among friends and the fish circling the Blue Hole below.
After the dive I asked Natalia if she had sung a song to herself on her dive. “No,” she said, “I was counting my strokes.”
I guess that laughter is as beautiful to the human ear as singing.
Today on the shore, Natalia buries her feet into the sand, getting them deeper and deeper. She does a wetsuit-clad version of the twist, auguring her feet deeper still. She laughs, the record is done.
I ask Natalia what was going through her mind during that impatient minute on the surface following the dive.
“I was happy because I had managed to overcome my fear and the lack of complete self-confidence. It wasn’t about me being the deepest woman or anything, it was about my inner accomplishment.”
In 2006, Natalia performed a difficult rescue of Annabel Briseno from a severe blackout deep below the surface. Last year, Natalia also suffered a severe lung squeeze herself.
“I also have a subjunctive fear for the safety divers. What would they have to go through if something like that happened to me?” She pauses, reflecting on this. Clearly it is not an experience she would wish on anyone.
But this dive was golden.
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