|Wolf at sea
||[Jul. 2nd, 2007|08:42 pm]
It was full-moon on Friday - perhaps elsewhere in the world too?
I joined a large flotilla and off we went from Simonstown out to the lighthouse and then along the coast. It were pretty even though it were colder than a dingo's left testicle.
On the way back, in the dark, most of the others turned on headlamps. I've never bothered with this. Firstly, the whole point of a moonlit paddle is that you can experience the joy of seeing the moon reflected pathway in front of you. Secondly, it attracts sharks.
Well, it attracts fish, and collections of fish attract sharks.
This duly happened and a white-tipped reef shark (about 5 metres long) wafted up to see what all the fuss was about. One of the ladies appointed herself expert and declared, "Form a large mass."
Large mass was created by tucking all the kayaks in together. Now we looked like a LARGE fishing boot with lots of lights on full-glare. With the added bonus of having our elbows all tucked together so we couldn't paddle. Just bob up and down while the shark circled us.
I started getting cold, decided I'd had enough amusement and paddled home. After a few minutes I was overtaken by the rest scrambling for the harbour. No-one's telling what happened to the shark.
And, no, I'm not fat. I've got my life-jacket on underneath the fleece. It were bleeding freezing.