Tales of an old diver
In the village of Salango near Puerto Lopez, right on the highway, is the home of a great diver, Don Humberto.
He no longer dives, but there are many stories of his incredible experience exploring the seabed, some of which we present to you...
Every night I go out to the ocean shore, gentle rays of sunlight caress my face and the breeze gently ruffles my gray hair... I look at the sea, at the white foam of the waves, and my memory fades away, transporting me to the past, when I was young and strong, when I could dive... oh, those times will never return, only the pleasant memory of the great moments I experienced remains.
I grew up in a family of fishermen; my father was a fisherman from a young age. I want to share some of my stories, full of adventure, excitement, and risk, but which still leave me with the pleasant sensation of adrenaline rushing through my body when I think back to that time.
Every night I go out to the ocean shore, gentle rays of sunlight caress my face and the breeze gently ruffles my gray hair... I look at the sea, at the white foam of the waves, and my memory fades away, transporting me to the past, when I was young and strong, when I could dive... oh, those times will never return, only the pleasant memory of the great moments I experienced remains.
I grew up in a family of fishermen; my father was a fisherman from a young age. I want to share some of my stories, full of adventure, excitement, and risk, but which still leave me with the pleasant sensation of adrenaline rushing through my body when I think back to that time.