Yonks ago as a fairly fit young man I went snorkeling in Greece. My 1st snorkel ever, purchased near the beach. I had no idea what I was doing but had a great time watching the fishies and coral stuff and it was fun.
Could feel myself rising up and down with the waves and after a while thought "These are pretty big waves?" At around the same time I saw I was swimming 'over a cliff', ie the bottom suddenly dropped away into the inky depths.
Ooer?
I vaguely recalled seeing in a brochure about how that island was on some shelf, which dropped away a mile off shore. But surely I wasn't a mile off-shore? Well the waves seemed big, I couldn't see anything now anyway and I began feeling nervous that maybe I was being carried by a current? So I tried turning around...
At that exact time my snorkel, an old-fashioned type of plain tube, filled with water, water which I took a good lungful of.
Ever tried coughing up a lungful of water?
Ever tried it while bobbing up and down in waves, with nothing to hold onto?
Ever realized how hard it is to float, with your lungs full?
For the first time in 20 mins or so I tried raising my head to cough out the water but I was in waves much, much higher than my head and was frequently back underwater, my mask soon filled as I scrabbled to get my mouth free of the snorkel and seawater.
As I thrashed around I felt a flipper fall off.
Eventually I managed to get enough water out of my lungs to at least breath a bit and regain some buoyancy, at which point I realized I couldn't see the land. Waves were too high and I had no idea what direction to even look...
Finally I managed to rise up with a wave and got a good view of the shore... and I was so far away I couldn't tell what was the bay and what wasn't. I'd guess I was indeed about a mile or so away, the shore just a thin dark strip in the distance.
Without a snorkel I'd say I can swim about 50 yards or so. 100 yards if I really had to.
It was at that point I realized I didn't have my snorkel. I'd lost it while thrashing around to get my face into enough air to cough and breath.
I still couldn't breath properly but set off swimming in the direction of shore...
As you can imagine, it didn't exactly look like it was getting any closer, and I was also worried I was fighting a current - and it was way, way further than I could swim anyway.
Give up? Die? Heck no!
So I doggy paddled, I tried breast stroke, back stroke, everything I could to try to swim with my face out of the water, still trying to cough up some sea, and slowly succeeding at clearing my lungs.
OK I could breath better but my arms and legs were like lead weights. I tried slowing down, to preserve my muscles... but suppose there was a current? There must be a current, for me to be so far away?
Well this is already a long post so I eventually managed to swim close enough to see and change direction to the bay, and very slowly got closer, and also closer to complete exhaustion...
What saved my life was a dark blob that didn't move. It was something, I didn't know what but something so I aimed at it... turned out to be a barnacle-encrusted rock.
When I could finally reach out and touch it, wow, such joy! I then pulled myself close to that thing, TOTALLY uncaring that it was cutting my hands and inner legs, my arms, my chest, I didn't care, I clung to that sharp, slicing thing like a child hugs a soft teddy bear!
Finally I was able to raise myself up a bit and have a good coughing session, clearing my lungs completely. I clung on, ignoring the cuts and pain as I waited for the lactic acid to fade and my muscles to rebuild strength.
Lots of blood in the water. Sharks?
Time to move... with clear lungs and a rest, the remaining 200 yards were surprisingly 'easy', not least because I knew I could make it.
When I felt sand and understood I could stand up I did so - and was greeted with a small crowd of concerned tourists and locals, who had apparently seen me get swept away and had already called the coast guard. They were shocked I'd managed to swim back and insisted I went to hospital for all the cuts.
Sorry for such a long post, but believe me, until you've been in something like that, you cannot imagine the value of something to hold onto.
It's absolutely priceless - and clinging onto something is a lot easier than swimming.
(Quick aside, for my 23ft motorboat I tried buying a life-raft. Gave up due to the cost of postage, import taxes and I couldn't get the really small one I wanted. The Mac isn't a life-raft as such, but positive flotation serves the same basic purpose)
The 2nd story is quite recent:
PS: That was the 1st time I nearly drowned in Greece. A few days later nearly drowned again, in a small boat! But that's another story for another day

