The Aggressor 11: Turks and Caicos, May 14th-21st 2011
By Imogen Simpson-Mowday
The Turks & Caicos Aggressor II is described on the company website as offering a week of “thrilling wall diving along the coasts of Providenciales, West Caicos and French Caye”. It goes on to say that “the sheer walls of Providenciales begin at 40 feet, plunging into the deep blue abyss and include crevasses and ledges that are decorated with huge orange Elephant Ear sponges, Gorgonians and Crimson Rope Sponges”. I set off last May to explore how the scuba diving matched up to this description. I was pretty excited when I downloaded the itinerary and the dive map, as this was to be my second only liveaboard and my first time on board an Aggressor. The Aggressor fleet sits at the upper end of many scuba divers budgets and I was keen to see what distinguishes the company’s service and sets it above the rest.
Discovered in the Atlantic in 1512 by the explorer Ponce de Leon The Turks & Caicos Islands are the pinnacles of two plateaus which come up out from the deep. The larger of the island chains is the Caicos, which centres on Caicos Bank (see map supplied by the Aggressor). The island groups are separated by waters, which plummet to over a thousand feet. For many years the Turks and Caicos Islands were uninhabited by colonisers until salt collectors from Bermuda arrived in 1678. Salt production then became big business and flourished until recently in many islands such as Salt Cay and Grand Turk where the remnants of the historical industry are still easy to spot. Now the population of around 14,0000 is based on the economic mainstays economy of tourism (especially scuba diving, snorkeling and beach holidays) as well as financial services as the islands are tax-free. Politics in the islands are not always without disputes or issues and at present the islands are a British dependency with the main seat of government located in Grand Turk in Cockburn Town, which although tiny and sleepy in comparison to the ever-popular Providenciales, remains the capital of the islands.
The Turks and Caicos Aggressor heads out from the harbor in Providenciales on a Saturday and customers are offered up to five dives a day from the Sunday through to Thursday. On the final Friday two dives are available usually before the ship returns to the harbor when guests can explore the town before complimentary cocktails or wine and cheese is served back on deck on their final evening.
Throughout the week guests are fully catered for with full and continental breakfasts, different daily menus with a hot sweet morning snack, a buffet lunch, a savory afternoon snack, a three course nightly dinner with drinks (for those not choosing to undertake the night dives), hot chocolate and further sweet snacks post night dive. The chef (the lovely Jeff) is particularly renowned and his cooking was outstanding. Considering the size of his floating kitchen he never failed to satisfy more than our appetites, our calorific needs, nutritional balances, dietary whims and array of palates. Given that he has to cater for a range of tastes, I found his cuisine delicious, varied and globally themed. It would be hard to beat his soups, salads and desserts all of which were truly outstanding.
In between courses I had to remind myself I was actually on a dive trip rather than a culinary adventure and my primary interest was in sampling the diving. I was to discover that the dive sites on the menu were all of a high calibre and several became firm favorites with me. The range of spots was fantastic and the Captain and crew were always one step ahead of the weather and the tides, ensuring that we were taken to the best sites for each day’s conditions. Nor did we ever bump into another boat’s divers. We dived at too many sites to describe each in detail, but they were as follows: Rock and Roll (French Cay), Double D, G.Spot, White Sand Spit, The Anchor (West Caicos), Driveway (West Caicos), Gullies, RGI, Shark Hotel, The Dome and Black Forest. On most days I enjoyed four dives, sometimes five when I took up the night dives on offer. On all the dives I never felt like we were being given a ‘filler’ site and given my background diving in the Pacific and Indian Oceans this area of the Atlantic actually outstripped my expectations. Another of the fantastic elements of the trip was the enthusiasm of the other divers to simply keep diving. Life on board really did revolve around the ocean, with plenty of in-between dive slide shows and time spent together poring over photographs.
Rather than describe each day and site the following is a selection of the delicacies we sampled from the smorgasbord of dives we tasted (luckily we all dived well within our limits so there was not much tasting of anything peculiar brought on by going too deep or exceeding any limits though). The routine was well explained before we all took our first plunge and from then on in it ran like clockwork. Frequently, it was Christopher, the cameras and I, who were ‘Continental’ with our timing, and the last ones in and out of the sea.
I especially enjoyed Shark Hotel (on day six) where I dived to my deepest yet via a beautiful swim through a hole in a shelf of coral. We popped out and swam back up to find Chef Jeff merrily zapping the invasive and colonizing lion fish with a small underwater crossbow (a Hawaiian sling). I watched entranced, as pools of blood from the Indian Ocean indigenous fish oozed out in soft clouds of green, enticing in local sharks for a clearing up feast. In the background, sunlight described the outlines of fine grey feather stars inhabiting violet colored coral whips. It was great to see that Jeff, the chef who took such pride in the creation of five daily meal extravaganzas, was enjoying some time out hunting. I thought that really in a way all divers are hunters. We quest for experiences, new species, novel destinations, and previously unknown things. Underwater photographers are even more akin to the hunting type, although nothing dies: creatures are captured in lenses and digital prints. Some images are simple aide memoirs, others document loss and change, disease, growth, record declining species, habitat alterations and fluctuating conditions. Favorite pictures become akin to a diver’s family album as divers frequently empathize deeply and ‘see’ marine creatures differently to non-divers.
That week, I could have so easily lost track of where I began and ended, where my fingers and toes were located, and my name, where I was from… Floating, lying supported by the sea, simply drifting in the blue staring out into a block of color time stops and the body is suspended and supported in an incomparable way. Nothing can match the sensations of scuba diving. Well, perhaps falling from a plane in slow motion could be a little like it, but there is something particularly unique about the properties of the ocean’s waters that I find it hard to locate words for. Scuba diving is after all such a non-verbal activity where all communication is done through signs, gestures or notes scribbled onto white boards, it is best transmitted via photographs. Yet, even underwater photography cannot always speak for itself, hence I can justify writing this column to compliment the exquisite pictures provided by the photographer Christopher Bartlett.
Our first dives were at French Cay where we dived at Double D, Rock and Roll, G-Spot and West Sand Spit over our first two days. First up was Rock and Roll where the wall topped out at 40 feet (thirteen meters ish) and the site was awash with large barrel sponges, pillar and Elkhorn corals. This site is renowned as a place where many divers see juvenile lobsters and young barracuda by day. I personally enjoyed meeting a few Caribbean reef sharks, silvery and slick looking barracuda, shrimp, eagle rays, boxfish, various triggerfish, elongated and colorful arrays of pipefish, a spotted burr fish or porcupine fish, honeycomb cowfish, queen triggerfish, bearded fire worms, yellow headed jawfish, shoaling horse eye jacks, a hawksbill turtle, angelfish, stingrays, box fish, pipefish, Wahoo and Sargasso seaweed. The strong current was harder work than most dives but well worth the effort to see all the life at the site. My dive buddy also identified a bearded fire worm for the very first time too.
Double D was up next (the two outcrops were named after the bra size by a female captain with a sense of humor). We dived this site twice (a few hardy souls also made it out for their fifth and final dive that day as an after supper night dive which they described as blissful as the strong current present during the day had subsided under the light of the soon to be full moon). There, by day, we had close encounters with small relaxed Caribbean reef sharks, where we spotted lobster, jaw fish, the sharks again, spotted eagle rays, a nurse shark and tiger grouper against a backdrop of delicately spreading black (red) gorgonian fans. Spotted eagle rays, Wahoo, angelfish, lobster, jaw fish and scores of shoals of reef fish hung out in the strong current at the edge of the wall and we found a medium sized hawksbill turtle who had positioned himself perfectly into a niche at the top of the wall from where it could enjoy the view of divers speeding past on their return to the boat.
Then we all headed off to locate the G-Spot! Luckily we all kept our kit on and witnessed Caribbean reef sharks who became almost daily and constant easy companions, nurse sharks, tiger groupers and huge black gorgonian fans (actually of course these are red as it is the effect of being underwater that causes the perceived color shift). Our second dive at G-Spot included a curious baby hawksbill turtle, rays (some of which were huge with intricate designs embellishing their skins like tribal tattoos) and a very clever peacock flounder whose colors were concealed in what really is a very beautiful dive site.
Beauty was in abundance. I was quite surprised, as I had somehow expected the region to be less colorful than other dive spots I have been privileged to see worldwide. Overall, the colors seemed very purple and one of the great features of the dive sites was the sponges. Throughout my other trips as well in the Turks and Caicos, the sponges certainly stood out, often because they were also blatantly phallic and funny. On several occasions, I am sure I narrowly avoided swallowing water whilst laughing out loud at their shapes and the mischievous look in Christopher’s eyes. Even at 30 meters he never fails to spot a potentially funny or rudely shaped thing! The Anchor was one such site where we encountered enormous barrel sponges, strands of fine whip coral, pore sponges, red pore rope sponges, giant barrel sponges all hosts to the passing traffic of a small moray eel and several Caribbean reef sharks.
The trip was all about the ocean but not just about scuba diving and other activities, such as fishing, were offered. So, once we have visited the G-Spot site twice, Christopher and I jumped onto the little boat and headed out to try our hand at catching supper. Both averse to large scale wasteful fishing practices, this was a real insight for me personally into how to really fish for your supper in a sensible and sustainable way. We caught very little and what we did not want to eat, what was too small basically, had the hooks removed by our expert guide and were gently replaced into the sea to swim off and live to tell the tale. I was successful catching a few Spanish mackerel which were duly prepared as part of a delicious meal later.
On another day after discovering some of Christopher’s cameras favorite friends, the shrimps, (this time Peterson’s Shrimps) I headed out for a boat ride to a white sand strip with some of the guests and crew. After we had all posed about on this tiny white strip worthy of a shipwreck tale or Vogue fashion shoot, I felt my competitive edge creep in. Our guide, Mario, a somewhat younger, and fitter, looking Colombian opponent, announced he was going to be swimming back to the Aggressor. Unable to resist I sneaked in a, (goggle-free and bikini clad) head start as he fetched his goggles and took up the chase. Half way in I realized the real distance (about a 20 minute swim) in the open Atlantic Ocean with the Midday sun relentless above and the unknown deep beneath my beating legs. Unrelenting, I buried my face in the light waves and tried not to drink too much salt water, lengthening my stroke and front crawling closer to the ship. By then quite a few fellow passengers had gathered on deck and I could see they were enjoying the ‘race’. Quite unfairly, I beat Mario hands down and although I cheated no one seemed to care, whilst he was very sporting about being ‘beaten’ by an older lady.
Quite aside from swimming, fishing, snoozing on the sun deck, bathing in the hot tub and eating, of course we were just diving and diving some more. Everyone got on with their own dives and organized themselves under the ever watchful, expert, but nicely slightly-at-a-distance dive guides, who always gave excellent dive briefings and then although ever present in the water let us all explore and experience life under the waves in our own ways. With quite a few photographers in the sea often the pace of the divers was quite different but everyone was keen to find each other to point out new discoveries and share a great new photographic opportunity.
The guests were all smashing companions. Many were family pairs or couples some of whom chose regularly to go on dive vacations together. Several female guests kindly shared their views with me and some of their comments follow. For, the lovely Suzanne Carasso, this was her first time aboard an Aggressor and it exceed her expectations. Primarily because she felt she had experienced “solid diving on every single dive”. She explained to me that she would happily dive every single dive again without a problem. For Suzanne, “it was the way it was all put together, the boat, the crew, the beautiful location” which meant that “the stars were all aligned for a great trip”. Suzanne had already dived during several trips to various spots throughout the Caribbean. She started out on the Aggressor having already done over 100 dives so she did already have a good base on which to compare the trip. For her, this trip more than measured up. She absolutely loved G-Spot and White Face. Overall it was the abundance of beautiful walls, superb visibility and the frequent sharks, which impressed her. Suzanne had not seen sharks so regularly before. Previously she only had only seen sharks when there was a large barrel of chum in the water. So for her she was thrilled to naturally encounter the sharks on the walls and reefs on almost every dive. She loved the pretty Drum fish, the beautiful coral walls, and the novel experience of being in a cabin rather than a hotel, the company and diversity of the other clients. She also loved the food, even catching a few recipes from Chef Jeff, which he generously shared. For a discerning customer who likes to dive several times a year her recommendations come pretty highly ranked.
So too do her Californian friend’s Lara Schindler’s views. Lara told me she “boarded the boat as a Type A, workaholic, worrywart. As soon as we left port, I was able to leave all those unsavory traits behind. Everything was thought of and taken care of by the crew. I simply had to relax and “be”. The dives were incredible, the food was fabulous, and the service was amazing. I feel lucky to have spent a week of my life on the Aggressor and experience everything it had to offer. I leave enriched, rejuvenated, and happy”.
I also spoke to their friend Priscilla who travelled with Lara and Suzanne and their partners on this trip. Priscilla had never been on a live-aboard and she arrived knowing that this would be an intense diving trip, lodging, food, diving all right there at her fingertips. This was her first experience outside of a dive resort as she had done about seven such trips like that around the world previously to places like Fiji and the Caribbean. They had all decided as a group to explore the liveaboard idea and to “splurge a little bit”. For her too it was an “absolute success”. She thinks her expectations were met. In terms of diving she did the amount of diving she wanted to do. She chose to do three dives a day, two days she did four dives and she liked the flexible schedule and the fact she could choose so freely. On the topic of sharks she thought it was great that there were sharks on most dives naturally and of course some sharks were encouraged by the shark triangle. In Roatan (Honduras, Bay Islands) she had seen the sharks which are conditioned to the divers and she felt that here it was a much more low key approach to the sharks which allowed the sharks and divers to feel comfortable around each other. Priscilla also enjoyed the laid back but supportive approach to the diving, feeling that you are given the freedom to explore with your buddy on your own but with “good dive instructors and briefings” and so it was left “up to the individuals to explore and so it challenging without being uncomfortable”. Overall, she relaxed and felt stress free enjoying the diving and the “killer desserts”. For her all the little touches added up to make the live aboard comfortable like having a hairdryer (even though she was in the sea so much that she never used it!). Being able to kick back and relax and not have to bring or wear fancy suits was bliss.
In summary, we all seemed to feel that the ambience was laid back and luxurious and despite the early starts and the constant kitting, diving and de-kitting, I felt spoiled and rested by the end of the trip. So, if you only have a week to see this region and fancy a liveaboard then I highly recommend the Aggressor II as the way to do it – if you have the budget! (I have also reviewed cheaper and land based options in the region in other publications). Yet, each person’s relationship with scuba diving and the underwater world is surely unique and what draw’s people to select one destination over another I cannot explain. What I do know however is that scuba diving anywhere can be unifying for those with the budget to enjoy it, for it is, undeniably frequently, usually a pursuit of those with the funds available to support their interest (unless it is their employment). So, I always feel outrageously privileged to live the life I do and to be able to sample these delectable scuba diving delights: the dive sites, worldwide destinations and the dive operators and services of crews around the globe. Our month long stay in the region would have been impossible without the extensive support and generosity of many dive operators, hotels, organizations and individuals. I am especially grateful of the generous support of the Turks and Caicos Tourist Board and to Kimo for looking after us so well during our month long stay in the islands. We also visited Salt Cay and Grand Turk (reviewed elsewhere) where we had a fantastic time with: http://www.saltcaydivers.tc and http://www.bohioresort.com).
Personal thanks also to the local staff on board the Aggressor II and to the Aggressor fleet: “http://www.aggressor.com” “mailto:turkscaicos@aggressor.com”turkscaicos@aggressor.com
Thanks also to several luxury hotels in Providenciales:
The exclusive Somerset Hotel “http://www.thesomerset.com/. Where a suite costs more than my monthly salary
The cheaper but still beautifully appointed: The Sands at Grace Bay Hotel whose gardens were immaculate and the suites fully equipped, pristine and pretty: ”http://www.thesandstc.com“
And to The Alexandria Hotel: ”http://www.alexandraresort.com” www.alexandraresort.com
Airlines:
We flew with British Airways and American Airways and local flights were provided by TCI Express.
All other images courtesy of Christopher Bartlett ”http://www.bartlettimages.com“






















