The Blue Wilderness Dive Company pretty much ruined my expensive diving trip to Kona Hawaii. My family of 5 divers, prepaid for 5 days and one night of diving.
I have been scuba diving since 1985, and was a police search and rescue diver in a Texas town. I have hundreds of dives under my belt, mostly in the Caribbean.
Blue Wilderness "dive shop" works out of a convenience store, similar to a small 7/11 without the gas pumps. The attendant who tried to organize our equipment needs was also serving customers purchasing chips and soda at the same time.....making communication challenging.
The Blue Wilderness dive preparation system:
After arriving at the loading area, divers are required to give their BCs and Regs to the dive master. The divemaster and Captain then mount and hooked up the BCs and Regs to the tanks and used their own weight pouches adding weights to BCs. The Blue Wilderness dive employees were extremely rough with our expensive diving equipment.
After arriving at the dive site, BCs, Regs, and tanks were dumped in the water and attached to ropes on the side of the boat. Divers were then told to enter the water and get into their equipment.
Twice, divers were not able to descend when given the sign....as weight pouches were not properly mounted in their BC, and had dropped to the bottom of the ocean. Once my air was not turned on all the way......finding the air flow weak. Many tanks were not filled properly to 3000psi. Tanks had to be exchanged with divers in the water finding their tank with low pressure.
The first day we had a woman dive master, and the two dives were uneventful with depths at about 30-40 feet. Really not much to see...visibility was about 1/2 what the Caribbean typically has. I was surprised to see very little color on the site with few fish comparatively.
The second day we had a different divemaster a big bald guy that knows all and says all. On the first dive, I watched him pull an octopus out from its home and play with him on his arm for about 5 mins...before it was able to escape after spewing ink. A few minutes later I found what I thought was a camouflage frog fish. They look like rocks and I just barely touched the tail with a reef rod to verify it was a fish, as it's head was in a crevice. (I have carried a reef rod for many years.) This was judged to be a BIG mistake. The dive master got angry at this, waving his his hands and arms shaking his head. His chastisement continued after surfacing. The next day during the dive briefing, I was cautioned again by the woman divemaster. Apparently I had been labeled as a "problem" diver.
Day 3's diving was uneventful with the woman dive master.
On day 4 our party did two dives in the morning, and returned in the evening for a night dive with mantas. At the loading area that evening I handed the male bald divemaster my BC (with my reef rod attached as always.....using a stainless 70mm steel snap clip to the D ring on my BC which then ran through a lower D ring). My stainless steel reef rod has a nylon 550 paracord lanyard with a fluorescent orange rubber wrist tightener. I have found over many years, a reef rod is a valuable piece of diving equipment. It helps keep a diver off a reef in current, it's a great tool to point with, and is also a tank banger to get the attention of other divers.
When I entered the water and swam over to my BC, for the night dive, my reef rod was gone. The dive was in 20 feet of water with a white sand bottom.
My reef rod was no where to be seen. I was later told by the captain....my reef rod was not anywhere on the boat.
It is my firm belief that my reef rod was tossed over board during the trip to the night dive site by the male bald dive master. Needless to say after paying over $10,000 on a dive trip to Hawaii, I was not a happy client. I did not go on the final day 5 of diving with the male bald so called "divemaster." The experience left a bad taste of bile in my mouth, and sad to say it will not be forgotten. read more