We had been looking forward to a trip out for ages. This weekend was booked at Christmas and was my last before drying gear and heading to Mexico in May. All week we watched the forecast deteriorate into dangerously high swells and winds forcing us to make a call on what was going to happen.
The call came from tutukaka on Friday evening that Saturday was postponed due to poor weather. We sat and waited for news and provisionally planned to go up in the afternoon and head out if the situation improved.
Much to everyones surprise however the conditions did improve and irritatingly to such an extent that we may well have been able to get out in the morning after all... Oh well, Too late now we mumbled whilst furiously putting gear into the car and beginning the three hour journey up to the harbour in order to salvage some time on the trip. Who would have thought that the forecasters and meteorologists could have made a mistake? I'm sure its the first time....
Once up in Tuts we loaded gear equally furiously onto Mazurka as we were the last to arrive and stared longingly at the volcanic crater rim pertruding from the ocean twenty five nautical miles away.
It felt strange heading there in the afternoon, It was rolling through still and causing a bit of sickness within the boats company. We opted to set ourselves out on the back deck and talk about plans for the trip ahead.
All of a sudden we hear a bang and the hissing of gas! One of the twinsets has broken loose and fallen from its lashings into the safety lines. The weight of the twin 18L cylinders and the rolling of the boat caused it to rip straight through the lines and before we could stop it it was in the water descending to 90m hemorrhaging gas! We tried to maintain a fix on its location and put a mark in but due to the low angle of the sun and its glare on the water it was a lost cause, One set of twins was gone for good.
The mood was glum, We had all pushed so hard to get out and now this. This may well jeapordise one teams diving activities the following day but thank god no one was hurt! We carried on and as the sun set one team sorted the mooring for our overnight stay and the rest of us settled into the living area for dinner.

The next morning we awoke to calm water and not a soul to be seen & the gentle lapping of the water running around the boats hull. We were in an unusual position however! Due to loosing equipment on the way out we had to work out how all teams were going to get to dive with what was left. After a brainstorm it worked out that by diving the 18/45 team and then topping the remaining back gas we would be able to get another team into the water on 21/35 to complete their tech 1 dives. This is when the penny drops for most. The flexibility of standard gasses allows us to adjust and flex to situational developments that others may not. We may have lost gear but strong team ethics and a standardized set of gear and gasses made sure no one lost diving!
A tough day out but a brilliant 60m dive at Ngaio Rock. More leopard anenomies than I have ever seen before and great country to scooter. would we make the same effort to do it again? Sure we would!
The water is still 18 degrees at 55m!!!!