Any sign of your existence has all but disappeared. Guess that’s what happens when heavy ocean waters pound against you for more than 150 years.
Scuba diving with wet bikes. Transport on transport; albeit both are no longer moving.
SS Thistlegorm stopped transporting war transportation on 6 October, 1941.
She now rests near Ras Muhammad in the Red Sea and is a brilliant site for scuba diving.
Okay, honestly, I nearly drowned myself when I saw this image of a rusty ring while scuba diving underwater. I was laughing so much, I started choking on the salty stuff. This image of the anchor hole is one I just had to take for my underwater photographic collection. Very surprised it actually came out, the way my body was shaking. Keep those scuba masks peeled beneath the waves; there are some really interesting sightings to record while scuba diving.
Being wrecked while scuba diving inside a wreck isn’t great. Especially when I haven’t smashed anything into my face before the dive… or the night before. Nitrogen narcosis, it’s called. It’s like being a little tipsy underwater. This is the first, and hopefully last, time I will get it while scuba diving.
We penetrate a popular scuba diving wreck. Taking pics, visiting various corridors, rooms and chambers. Really enjoying it. Top-notch dive. Visibility is fantastic.
Whoah! Head’s spinning. Body tingly all over. I park my butt on some rusted steel inside the wreck and start giggling. ‘Get a hold of yourself, you arse. Ha-ha, ha-ha… You arse. On your arse.’ An inner voice tells me I am getting ‘narked’ and to keep calm. I know exactly what is happening; but there is nothing I can do about it. Or want to do about it. Feels really great. ‘Oh look, there’s another scuba diver. Are you also on your arse?’
Thankfully my scuba diving buddy realises exactly what’s happening and pulls me from the chamber and we rise a few metres. Wham! Head clears and feel perfect. We level-off and continue scuba diving on the outside of the wreck.