By Claire Harvey www.nzherald.co.nz

“Every day, William Trubridge thinks about dying.

He’s a fit, talented young New Zealander, living between the Bahamas and Italy, teaching people to share the activity he’s passionate about, and swimming every day in some of the world’s bluest, clearest water.

But Trubridge is a freediver, and that means it’s a dark idyll.

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Death can never be far from his thoughts.

Freediving is essentially scuba without all the gear. In nothing but a pair of togs – or a wetsuit if it’s chilly – Trubridge strides into the water, takes several breaths as calmly as he can, makes a little duck-dive and and begins swimming downwards.” [+]

Posted By Francesca Koe on 28 December 2007

This past November I was lucky enough to attend Performance Freediving’s inaugural “Women’s Only” freediving clinic in Kona, Hawaii. As the late summer months waned and my preparations and anticipation surged I began to wonder what it would be like. What would I learn? What would it feel like? As a pretty hard-core scuba professional I knew I was riddled with a few disadvantages coming into the course, which were namely 1) my own preconceptions, 2) an arsenal of bad habits formed around scuba gear choices and proclivities for teaching a different discipline, and 3)the overt, and perhaps, slightly dangerous, curiosity I had similar to that of a wobbly, undisciplined puppy.[+]

source: Deeperblue.net