Fifteen days of no, then three of yes.
She lies on her starboard side in 93 metres, eleven and a half nautical miles south of the Old Head of Kinsale.
We ran one dive a day. Robbo did make the wreck, but the conditions were dreadful, and every attempt was abandoned.
Three successful, very respectful visits. Each dive was a combination of my Megalodon rebreather and open-circuit deco gas from the hanging stations, and most of them ran past eight hours.
U-20 torpedoed Lusitania on 7 May 1915 and she sank in eighteen minutes; about 1,200 people died. She is a war grave, and since 1995 an Underwater Heritage Order has protected her: diving her needs a licence from the Irish State, and nothing may be disturbed or taken. Sal made sure we had every permit we needed. We went to see her, and we left her as we found her.