Day 09
With the reported main school of sardines 150km south of us, our attention was forcefully and happily turned on the cetaceans. First a pod of 300 common dolphins got the gannets into a frenzy of diving, really for nothing . The blonde birds of south africa are known to do what I coin as "desperation diving", just diving when dolphins are around just hoping there'll be food where dolphins are. However the dolphins were not feeding but just relaxing.
As they traipsed north, we turned our (long) lenses onto 4 charging humpbacks, challenging for escort duties with the female. They steamed on like runaway freight trains. In fact they were going so fast, we abandoned following them for 2 other whales travelling at a more relaxed pace. So what did they do to greet us? A double breach continued by even more breaching and head slapping. We followed the pair for an hour or so til they tired. But so were we. But the cetaceans didn't stop coming as we spotted a large disturbance of white water on the flat seas. We rushed out to meet the turbulance, revealing a pod of 70 odd bottlenose dolphins charging at speed. There's nothing like charging dolphins to get the blood racing, inspiring us to humm Wagner's Die Walkure. What a great way to end the day.
Day 10
What the ocean giveth, the ocean taketh away. The seas were barren. A manta, a shark, 2 whales, a loggerhead turtle and 3 dozen birds were all that were left. I believe the conspiracy of the boat skippers was responsible. Tri-Nations rugby between the All-blacks and Springboks made the skippers make up all sorts of excuses to watch the match live. Except the most used excuse of bad weather was obviously not going to work because the seas were flat and temperature was in the 70s. After so many campaigns, I'm seeing a trend of inactivity during big rugby matches. Such is the power of the rugby sangorma. In fact I'm writing this as we watch the Springboks kill the All Blacks.