Another scuba diver died last weekend. She was a German national who had been in Australia about six months. There seems to have been a spate of them. In February, a female British tourist died off Bondi and last December a female Japanese tourist died off Manly while diving with the same company as the British tourist and also last December a Sydney woman died after going missing on a dive trip in far north Queensland. In June last year a Japanese woman died during a night dive off Exmouth in Western Australia.
These incidents follow the famous case of the American couple left at sea after a scuba trip on the Barrier Reef in 1998.
Is there cause for grave alarm or are these cases the acceptable risk of an inherently risky undertaking? Two things stand out here: females and tourists are dying far out of proportion to their numbers among divers. I think also that Australia has a special problem, but more of that anon.
It is dispiriting because most scuba diving deaths are avoidable.
That said, scuba diving is a joyous sport. My feeling is one of privilege. Just a couple of generations ago, under the sea was a no-go area. Now, we can see the wonders and diversity of marine life. And in a world full of roads, power lines, McDonald’s wrappers, farms and almost blanket human meddling, the underwater is a wilderness, an Eden of natural purity. In any small patch of ocean reef there is an array of intricate subtlety – a crustacean with delicate feelers and legs, a nudibranch with colours from a Jackson Pollock palate, a graceful shark elegantly sliding along a gutter in a forest of yellow-orange kelp and a sea-horse that has taken on the shape and colour of the kelp itself. It is where God and Darwin co-exist.
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