I was holidaying in Majorca...
in 1993 with my folks, and was indulging in a spot of fishing by the sea.

My line got wrapped around a rock, so I asked one of the friends I'd made on the holidays to help me untangle it. Except, as I walked over to him I slipped on some seaweed and went arse over tit straight into the Mediterranean.

Panic took over, and I found myself suddenly unable to swim. I couldn't push up to the surface, and I just kept on sinking. I doubt the water was particularly deep, but it felt it. My friend had gone running off for help and eventually it arrived.

I must have been underwater for all of 20 seconds, but it felt like hours.

Funnily enough I did see a bright light, but I suspect that was the flashlight of the guy who rescued me.

Annoyingly, this happened about four hours before our plane was due to leave. I had to walk around for the rest of the day in the last pair of boxers I'd brought whilst my other clothes dried off in the intense heat.
( GazChap, Fri 26 Nov 2004, 12:21, Reply)