on top of that they charge us R300 each for the two days, even though we paid for our dives! Tat’s a rip- off! Why didn’t anybody tell us? Another diver’s cylinders
were empty. Apparently he had to take them into the office the previous evening to have them filled at 5am this morning. I didn’t know that either! Nobody told us! We get moved to a later
up, all rowdy. Te reception staff apparently only work until 6pm, and we arrived at 6.30pm. Nobody told us. So I asked one of the other guys and they told me which tent was ours. Yeah! It was awesome and close to the ablution facilities. It was a really nice tent and even had beds in it like they promised. But where did we get bedding since the office is closed? Te other guys brought their own bedding and a plug for the ladies bath. Nobody told us. We unpacked our stuff. My
wife leſt the canopy open so that it would be easier when we walk back and forth. Te darn monkeys stole our apples and rusks! Turns out they’re known thieves, but nobody told us. Finally someone calls us, our food was apparently kept aside. Nobody told us! But we are very thankful as we were starving!
We finally go to bed aſter
eating. At least I could order a few beers now that I knew which room we were in. I felt so silly when I wanted to pay at the bar – they put it on our tab which must be setled before we leave at the end of the weekend, but nobody told us. Tey even had DSTV
there! My kids would have loved it! Tere’s a play area and a boma, a lovely pool and lots of shade... they would have been able to watch the rugby game on Saturday, but nobody told us! We woke up at 4am due
to the sound of the tractor. Urgh! Apparently that’s how the camp operates. Nobody told us. If it wasn’t for the tractor though, we would have overslept. Glad that
didn’t happen! Hey, they even had a shutle
here! We didn’t need a vehicle to drive to the beach and back. My 4x4 is a lot heavier on fuel than my wife’s vehicle, so if I had known we would have come with her car. Te road definitely allows for a normal vehicle. Nobody told us. We carried all our stuff to
the kit-up area where the other divers were gathering. Te guys who work there offered to take our stuff and we were both thankful. Tey wore different clothing and the guy even introduced himself as Mike. He said on the beach that he’d even kit up for us! We get onto the shutle and went down to the beach – what a phenomenal sight! Te convenience of not having to drive was topped only by the huge gazebo we found on the beach. We brought our own gazebo, which we would have leſt behind if we had known... but nobody told us. Tey even had chairs and fresh drinking water on the beach, and it was very close to the beach shop. If we knew that, we wouldn’t have packed a picnic basked for the beach, but nobody told us. I asked the lady at the
counter on the beach when we were diving. She asked what our dive planning was. I didn’t know it had to be done in advance? Nobody told us. She was so sweet though, and asked what our qualifications were and put us on a boat to Simon’s Cave. I was quite excited! Mike came to me and asked where our hard gear was. We didn’t have any – don’t they supply it? So we actually had to book it in advance? Nobody told us. Ten
dive and went to 9-Mile. I was still excited! Tis was going to be awesome! Mike kited up for us and off we went. Te dive master did a great briefing – this was going be fun!
Te dive itself was
phenomenal, but what a far boat ride! Ten aſterwards we got a bill for a surcharge. What? Nobody told us! Te dive was still well worth it and we got a few great photographs. But then this army- like guy rocked up and asked for my MPA permit. We needed a permit to dive there? Nobody told
us! Tere went another R188 (R94 each) with a trip to the Post Office at Mbazwana. Tis could really have been sorted out before the trip if somebody had told us. Te other dives went beter
aſter we knew how everything worked. At the end of the weekend, Mike charged us R90 for kiting us up three times and for my wife three times. Apparently its R15 per dive. Nobody told us! As we packed up to leave, I
overheard another diver complain. He was diving with a different charter and he said that their staff members were so lazy, that when someone messed on the boat they didn’t even wash it off, plus they ran out of fuel and almost had a nasty accident with the boat. I’m glad I dived with professionals. Tat leſt me wondering who I needed to ask to sign our logged dives? I didn’t know who was responsible. Nobody told us. Annelle Geldenhuys
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