Malpique: Where the soul is lost in black coral
A friend once wrote to me that he had lost his soul at some point on the outer reef of Malpique and has been searching for it ever since. Time and again, he says he is simply drawn magically into the depths.
Quite lyrical, but fitting nonetheless: Few places in the world have such a pull on me. In that one deep crevice where the barracudas hide – I think a part of my soul got stuck there, too.
When you meet Malpique….
… then probably the first thing you see are the crosses, the canyon, maybe the wall, and if you dive really well the arch. Beautiful, fascinating – and the dive through the blue to the tower, feasible for normal sport divers, can already take off your shoes. For technical divers, another dive site begins here.
Where the recreational diving limit ends, so does the tower—this lava monster overgrown with black corals. From one side it looks like a heart, from above like a needle, as a shadow in the blue like a vague signpost. As such, you leave it to the side when you head for the outer reef – the really outer one, still far below the arch. And here you end up at a wall whose end is not visible. 50m, 60, – the view wanders deeper and deeper, into the endless blue. In a crevice stands a school of barracudas, guarded by a large amber jack, sometimes chasing back and forth or swimming in circles. It doesn’t take long before you have to head back up.
The blue below is not actually endless. At 90m it turns into sand. From down there, the view up the cliff face is incredible: over 30m, the forest of black coral lies vertically on the cliff face. But you can not stay, it is only a few minutes that we may be guests in the depths.
But how do you get that deep?
Back then, when divers were still strong men with beards, when parents smoked with their children in the car, well, back then, of course, people already dived out there, with a single bottle on their backs, and without a computer, and most of the times that went well. At least most of the time.
Today, much has changed, and very often for the better. Also the safety thinking in diving: We want to be sure to resurface, and we want to resurface even if something goes wrong or we make a mistake. That’s why you don’t just do it like that anymore, but slowly move deeper with proper training. And every, really every single step of this approach is worth doing in itself.
“Just a little Deco”
The old-timers like to claim that a little Deco is part of basic training and that you should just go for it. You learned how to “calculate” deco dives anyway. Unfortunately, they often mean nothing more than the ability to read a decompression table.
Others, the gods of tech, are convinced that anything below 30m requires Trimix, a redundant gas supply, a long hose, and two knives. Everything configured identically for everyone, of course.
I am quite sure that you can do both and plenty in between: diving the tower sometimes with a single tank, sometimes with Trimix; sometimes entering the water with a single tank without an octopus, and sometimes with double 12s and three stages, or even with a rebreather, several bailouts, and a scooter—it’s all possible.
But what you should clarify if you want to do deco dives:
- Can I handle problems underwater without surfacing and without grossly losing my buoyancy?
- Do I have enough breathing gas with me to make the dive and handle any potential problems?
- How high a risk of decompression sickness do I accept, and how do I assess the risk?
A few minutes of Deco does not make a technical dive…
Even today, you don’t have to become a complete tekkie just to hang out for a few minutes. There are trainings at the different federations to do deco dives and to use a deco gas. This brings you a whole step further, but you don’t have to change your equipment completely. At SSI this is the “Decompression Diver”, other associations have similar courses.
Somewhere, though, that has a limit, usually set at dives above 40 meters. The reason for this: the breathing gas supply and redundancy.
Want to dive deeper
If the 40m are not enough, more gas will be needed at some point. A double bottle on the back, or one on each side – just so it can withstand a rock bottom calculation. And you have to know your gases: oxygen can get nasty, and you just have to be okay with the nitrogen.
You can get quite far with doubles and two stages—but eventually, especially when helium prices come into play, even that reaches a limit. Then you think about just breathing the same gas over and over – the rebreather is suddenly sitting in the back of your mind, grinning happily at you.
Clear in the head: Trimix
It’s beautiful, really beautiful down there. But you usually don’t really remember what you saw during deep dives with air – the ones that are perhaps too deep. It was a bit gray in any case….
These are very clear effects of nitrogen narcosis. Once you are in the same corner with Trimix, the colors come into play: you can now see how the column continues, see the red and the green and the contours become clear again…. Those who first change at the bottom can experience how this veil is lifted. Kind of like what you can feel when you dive deep with air on the way up.
Of course, the stuff is expensive, horribly time-consuming, and only for a few minutes of bottom time – but, yes, really: it’s worth it.
What you put up with
All in all it is a long way to the bottom of the outer reef. A bottle on the back, and off into the water? It’s not that simple anymore.
Dives with gases that cannot be breathed at the surface require a lot of planning and preparation. First of all, we need a dive plan: Where do we want to go, how long, what gases do we need? They then have to be mixed, the equipment may have to be adjusted again, and only then can we get started. So, after you manage to actually be in the water with all the equipment. And you know you have to get out too….
But then you look up from below. Directly below you the sand at 90m, above you this wall that you have always only glimpsed from above. Vertically upward, you emerge again, toward the sun shining through the fir trees. At 60m you feel at home again, flat, almost at the top. And you remember how deep that felt just two weeks prior, on air.
There, in that moment, I finally had to start thinking about rebreathers. I have since been able to see the area and a few others with my JJ, and it was the best decision I have made in recent years. But that will be a new story.
