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Dear Fellow Diver,
While divers travel to the Galapagos, Australia, or
Indonesia in search of diving adventure, in Mexico's Sea
of Cortez anything can happen.
As I and a gang of other divers were off-gassing
between dives on the MV Valentina in late October, I
watched a large school of small dolphins a few hundred
yards away. One of my sharp-eyed dive buddies yelled,
"Whale!" Soon, an orca appeared, and at least a hundred
dolphins leaped from the water. I was breathless.
Suddenly, several orca dorsal fins broke the surface.
It was an orchestrated orca hunting party. We
scrambled into the two 25-foot RIBs with cameras ready
and motored slowly on the calm sea to where the action
had been. Again, several orca dorsal fins broke the
surface as the orcas seemed to be going in circles.
Everywhere, dolphins jumped clear of the water and scattered,
with the breaching orcas in pursuit. One 20-foot
orca even brushed the side of an RIB. Later, one diver
showed a video of his shadow across the animal's back
while it spouted and sprayed everyone in the RIB, creating
a rainbow. The money shots came from two people
holding GoPros on selfie sticks under our RIB. One
recorded an orca with a dolphin in its mouth 50 feet
below.
While we
followed the
orcas, one
woman diver
asked, "Can
we stop the
boat so I
can swim with
an orca"?
For a few
seconds, we had absolute silence. One diver said they had
been disabling sailboats in the Mediterranean
by breaking off their rudders. I said there
is no documented evidence of an orca killing
a human . . . or maybe there are no survivors
to tell their story. Another said they're apex
predators, and she would be putting herself
at their mercy or whim. She did get into the
water as she tried "to hear the whales." She
didn't stay long. It was an hour before we
awe-struck observers returned to the Valentina.
I had arrived at the Valentina in La Paz a
few days earlier after a 2.5-hour shuttle ride
from the Cabo San Lucas airport. I left my
gear on board and strolled to the Casa del Mar
restaurant on the park-like Malecon boulevard
to meet up with other divers, many of whom I had dived with previously. The boulevard
was closed to vehicles to host a 10 km race for hundreds of runners while
families with children sauntered along the sidewalk. After too many cervezas and a
few too many dive stories over several hours, I said good night and ambled back to
the ship....
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