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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (8145)	2/25/1998 12:54:00 PM
From: username	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

of curse! It's everywhere iguana be. I was lying about the English. Do you wish me to include the gratuity, or will that be in cash? Senor Tomas has the van waiting for your scuba diving lesson. Here's a good Mexican Story. 1970. I'm in Acupulco. [Aside: they had a "drive in" hambooger stand called "Frankie Burger" (in English) with a giant Frankenstein Monster's Head...pretty cool, didn't try it. Also saw the dudes dive off the cliffs at the Famous Hotel, excellent entertainment.] Anyhoo, I've never scuba dived (at that point) so the lesson is: put on this tank, no fins, and swim out from the beach about 100 feet and swim back. Good! You pass! Now we go out in the boat to the Underwater Shrine of Our Lady of Acupulco right down there. (I have the photo to prove it). We go down 125 feet (if memory serves). My partner is a young Lloyd Bridges type dude, the School Instructor, who has muscles on his muscles and is a real nice guy. He has instructed me to signal him like this (slit my throat) when it gets hard to breathe, that's when he will reach over to turn on my reserve and we go back up. We poke around and look at Mexican fish and Mexican beer cans and Our Lady, and it's getting hard to breathe so I signal him. He reaches over and pulls my reserve, except, eeholay! It was already pulled and I'm out of air. His eyes get real big (like in Sea Junt) for some unknown reason and he grabs my puny arm and BOOKS. I keep breathing. We make it to the boat. He asks me if I feel OK. I say yes. Big muscular grin, "Bueno!" Happy ending! One year later, I took actual lessons and got my license. I found what would have happened had I held my breath on the way up. BTW, it appears the SI server is screwed up again. later!