The chief instructor finally turns up, a young kid (thinking he is in his mid 20 max) with authorative look, that might be because taking noivce diving into the deep sea takes a lot of responsibilities. You have to make correct decisions in the split second, usually live-death ones. The oldest son of the diving family, the father is in a diver conference in Taipei, this young kid is in charge of the whole shop. Speaking fluent Taiwanese, he has the perfect gangster image, unrefine, grass-rooted but alert and intellegent.
I like this young kid right away, he has the absolute power, seriously going through the equipment configuration, scolding me mercilessly if idiotic mistake surfaces. After wetsuit was worn, air tank connected, everything loaded to the truck, I was so excited asking which swimming pool we are going to. Ciggarette butt hanging in the corner of his mouth, my young instructor said "Pool?! We go straight to the sea". I guess this is the Taiwanese way of diving training. If you can dive in open water, why wasting time in confined water, you learn more anyways and it saves money.
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