The dive involves a 200 meter surface swim out to a midships mooring, followed by a diagonal descent down to the stern area. The Coolidge lies on her port side and as you approach the stern the naked starboard prop shaft comes into view, the prop having been salvaged many years earlier. Over the stern rail and the 30 centimeter high letters President Coolidge became apparent. Underneath in smaller letters could just be made out the home port ‘San Francisco’. For the next 10 minutes we scrubbed the letters with the wire brushes at depths between about 62 and 68 meters. After that we swam off to inspect the wrecked lifeboat and some other debris on the sand behind the ship to allow time for the dust to settle, then came back to take the photos shown here. Well worth the effort I believe! I’m sure you will agree, this adds yet another attraction to a world class wreck site for advanced divers to enjoy.

That very afternoon came exciting new dive number two! The wreck of the Tui Tuate, a tug use during the salvage of the 650 tons of bunker oil from the Coolidge in the 70’s, was scuttled in the western end of the Segond Channel in about 1990. She started life in the 1940’s in an Aberdeen shipyard as the Empire Shirley, 105 feet long and 232 tons. She underwent a number of name changes becoming the Tapuhi (1947-1973), then the Tui Tuwate and finally the Tui Tuate. The wreck has significant historical significance as she was also involved in the rescue of over 170 of 733 passengers in the New Zealand Wahine ferry disaster in 1968. She was scuttled by the owner (Clement Griffith) in a secret spot, as he believed the wreck was too cramped and dangerous for divers.

However some persistent detective work and searching by Kevin Green of Aquamarine uncovered its location in 46 metres, and he has taken only two or three groups of divers to her since. So I felt very privileged to dive her with Barry and Key. The dive site is current prone and subject to poor visibility, but on this occasion luck was on our side and we spent 30 minutes exploring this small but unique piece of history. Sitting alone on the sand, a deep trough is carved around her who bears witness to the strong currents which sweep past. Batfish, large pelagic and numerous reef fish stand guard over her forlorn structure. My time ran out before any serious penetration of the wreck could be performed but there appear to be some good areas for exploration near the stern.

The next few days were spent dive the Coolidge and I thought things couldn’t get much better. Riding high on the excitement of the great diving in Santo, on my arrival home in Vila I called friend to see if he felt, like a dive. We decided to have another look for the lost wreck of the coastal trader The Kathleen. The Kathleen was scuttled as a dive site near Hideaway Island for tourist divers. In 1987 the full fury of cyclone was unleashed on Pt Vila causing massive destruction, and in the process washing the poor Kathleen off the top of the reef into deeper water. For few years she was dive by locals in around 40-50 meters, but then after PENTECOST another big storm disappeared into even AMBRYM     deeper water. Since then a couple of divers a claim to have caught glimpses of her, but her exact location was unknown.

I had previously dived to 90 meters searching the steep seaward side of the reef in the mistaken belief that this was where she lay. On this occasion we searched in a radial pattern with the boat’s sounder on the landward side of the reef and at 70 meters a ANATOM small blip registered. Taking a compass bearing from the top of the reef, myself and my buddy Dale started our search. On the downward slope we picked up the debris trail from the wreck and followed this down to the sand at just over 71) meters. No wreck. We decided to swing left initially in the direction the trail seem to be heading as it petered out.. No wreck. With five minutes bottom time left, we swam to the right until in the distance I picked up the vague shadow… initially thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me.

But gradually the shadow solidified into a small wreck sitting upright on the sand, prop in sit, and a large cargo hatch lying next to her. We could not have been more excited if we had found the Titanic or a galleon full of treasure… that is the thrill of even such minor discovery! With two minutes to spare. I swam part of the wreck blaring away with my camera then started the ascent and deco, already planning my return to this pretty little. We returned the very next weekend and captured the images shown here. Three great dives, all new to me, but all in my backyard and right under my nose. Part of the thrill of diving is never quite knowing what lies around the corner. What a great sport!