Wreck & Decompression Diving In Norway

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Our Technical Diving Editor, Olivier van Overbeek, writes about his recent trip to Norway to work with RAID Norway…

With 2 black ex MOD black 100L deployment bags filled with anything a traveling technical diver could possibly want, I make my way to the airport. Where am I going? I’m heading to Stavanger, Norway’s third biggest city also known as their oil capital due to the high degree of oil companies based there. When you think about diving Norway you think Baltic, going deep North, deep and cold, big wrecks, you think Narvic, not really Stavanger….but there is plenty to see!

I’m traveling to support RAID Norway and spend some time with the local RAID members ensuring they get the progression wanted and required. As my travels are rarely boring, this one would prove to be no exception. The flight is a two part journey with a stop in Oslo, well Oslo is a fairly big airport, and I had to run to make the connecting flight…….clearly my bags weren’t so fortunate and didn’t arrive till the next morning, connection times of sub an hour are not quite realistic.

My hotel, quite novel, is in a hospital; apparently this is normal and allows for patients who wish to stay close or for observation to stay near the hospital without taking up beds. The lobby was a gift shop slash restaurant, and the bed wasn’t made, you have to do this yourself you see! But the rates, so I’m told are friendly. I was soon to find out that the definition of friendly rates in Norway is what we would consider rather expensive.

Stavanger has two dive shops, and plenty of dive clubs. The club atmosphere is very strong here and most clubs seem to have a boat; the landscape lends itself for boating very well as there is water pretty much everywhere you look. We used both shops during this trip. The first was more recreationally oriented, and quickly ran out of gas pretty quickly; the second specialises in technical diving and had an extensive gas bank and blending setup, which very much suited our needs. The offer on high-end technical equipment is very limited, and I was told you only get this in Oslo. The local divers found it hard to get the right equipment in their hands. Dive gear, like most other things in Norway, is horrendously expensive, but not quite as expensive as buying a round of beer; I had to learn that the hard way!

Now the first thing you’ll notice is the landscape: it’s stunning, the height differences are acute, topside as well us under the water.

We started training in what at first looked like a lake, but was actually an inlet from the sea. The site was based around a local area communal clubhouse and we had a sandy entrance and thus a nice confined site that would slope down to about 20m which very much suited some of the initial progression. On the other side of the building a rocky entrance, which the UK HSE would have a field day with, would lead to a short swim and a fairly rapid drop to about 30 odd meters.

After our initial training was done we migrated to a different site, mostly because the entrance wasn’t safe enough and we didn’t want any twisted ankles or worse mid-course.

We head out of the main town and into the countryside, a place called Dale, an abandoned psych hospital, that according to locals knows some rather gruesome and experimental past. The waterside is breathtaking. We look out over the fjord and on the other side see the main city; it can be noted that some of the industrial buildings are being taken down and replaced with apartments. One of the students tells me that they build the legs for a famous oil platform here. Apparently they lay at the bottom. I ask him how deep it is, he’s not sure… deep; everyone laughs. I have my doubts that we are going to hit the desired depth as I can see the other side. How deep can it be? As the team is getting ready for the first dive some banter is had in Norwegian; divers are divers and there is always time for banter it seems.

We descend down a pipe we’ve spotted in the dirt, and our target is 40m of depth. I’ve planned some problems and failures on the way up. The viz initially is nothing spectacular, but after we pass 35m it becomes crystal clear, super cold and dark. At 40m there is a ledge, and as we peer over the ledge all we see is black, pitch black. I shine my torch down it, but just see nothing. I remember thinking, this must be deep. I consult some maps later that day and discover that the fjord is 260m deep!

As our course is shaping up nicely and the students are getting to grips with team ascents, gas sharing, shutdowns and everything in between, they are starting to work together, and start realizing life underwater is easier with someone hovering in front of you. This means we finally can start hitting some of the wrecks!

The local RAID instructor who’s assisted me in planning this trip tells me there is a wreck directly opposite to where we’ve been doing the confined training the first two days, but we can’t swim there as it’s too far, and we have to pass a fairly active shipping lane. As we don’t have scooters we decide to hire a boat and drop directly on it.  We hit the wreck pretty much dead on, and a few of the team members get a go at leading the dive and ascent. The wreck appears to be an old ferry, and is in remarkably good condition. On the second dive we explore the surroundings a bit more and find plenty of other random wreckage and rust to explore.

A post dive discussion takes place about what other wrecks could be down there, do we want to dive the same site, or do we want to drive a bit further to hit something more guaranteed. The guys talk to the owner of the tech dive shop, and he hints towards a second wreck being there; we decide to go and find it and it’s an old barge laying halfway up the bank. It’s just so exciting to dive something real on a course and have a level of exploration intertwined with it; it really shows the students why they are training.


While back at the shop getting our Trimix fills that evening I spot a piece of paper laying on the desk of the shop owner. I quickly take a shot, it appeared to be the same site, and had various co-ordinates on it and little drawings. I comment on these great shots he has on his computer as a screen saver and try to see what information I can get out of him. He lets slip that there is a German Schnellboot and a Uboot in that area. The Schnellboot bottoms out at 55-60m, and given that we are on a 50m deco course that gives us plenty of room to play with. So the next morning I break it to the guys – last dive of the course, no skills other than those that are created by poor decisions, in other words, dive well and get rewarded. We discuss what the best way of finding the wreck would be, and I volunteer myself to take the lead as long as one of the students take control of the ascent and way back up to our boat.


As soon as we go down I realize the map was inaccurate; we have gone down much closer to the first wreck than I wanted to and we will have limited time to find this wreck. As I adjust our direction and put on the fin power we start swimming past some of the features and landmarks I was expecting to see making me feel hopeful we are gonna hit the Schnellboot. I sense the nervousness in the team as we are swimming further from our ascent point and deeper into the fjord, and then we see it, the bow of the vessel standing proud on the sea bed. Our swim speed slows and we have enough time left to do a full lap of the wreck.

As we hadn’t anticipated the level of darkness we can’t fully appreciate the wreck, but one thing is for sure, I need to come back here and look inside it and around it more; the wreck is stunning and would make for a great subject for some photography, but alas we have to go to stick to our runtime. With smiles on their faces they start their ascent, perfectly I might add. As we finish our time at 6m I congratulate them all underwater for doing a stellar job.

On the way back to shore I feel sad. I’ve had such a great week, met some amazing people, turned them into amazing divers, and I can’t help but feel a bit jealous on how nice their sea is, and how accessible it is, knowing that soon I’ll be back in a quarry teaching and craving the clear, calm Norwegian waters.

As I travel back, this time via Denmark, my layover time is equally idiotic, and low and behold, my bags are lost again…. The baggage company tells me never to book flights with layover times less than an hour if I don’t want to lose my bags. OK, well that’s a new one, but lesson learned.

As I arrive back in Manchester I already look forward to my next trip in January which will be another 50m course and a 60m course. This time I’ll bring some big lights and video equipment with me to capture some of the underwater splendour that Norway has to offer.

Olivier Van Overbeek

Olivier Van Overbeek

Oli started diving in 1998 on holiday in the south of France, where he instantly fell in love with the underwater world. He started his training in Holland with the NOB, then transitioned to BSAC after moving to the UK South coast in 2000, and eventually joined PADI in 2009. After joining RAID in 2014 he started working with, and learning with Paul Toomer directly, and in 2015 joined the first RAID IT program. He’s a Recreational and Technical IT, as well as a Sentinel CCR Instructor. He’s a test diver for various manufacturers, and a technical consultant and course author for dive RAID International. Oli currently co-runs Diving Matrix and provides dive training in the UK, Malta and mainland Europe.

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