Boarding the Barracuda, I was acutely aware of the potential for seasickness. At the time, I was more concerned about an upset stomach than getting in the cage. A clearly stated rule of the trip was “no vomiting” in the toilet on board, and a red sign on the small door to the restroom reinforced this message.

The skipper gunned it out of the unassuming harbor and we were quickly bouncing up and down as we crossed the Atlantic. Dyer Island, off the coast, is home to an abundant staple of the sharks’ diet, Cape Fur seals, however the waters were still too rough for us to venture there. Instead, we made our way along the coast toward calmer, shallower waters where the sharks feed on fish.

Immediately upon arrival at the anchored cage (left in place after the morning trip), we spotted a large grey profile in the water. There was no mistaking the sharks in these waters, they were all Great Whites. Everyone jostled for good positions to take photos, and before I knew it, people were dressed in full body wet suits (boots to hood) and grabbing masks to get in the water. To my surprise, we didn’t use snorkels. We would have to hold our breath!!

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  • David Lee

    In late 2007, I quit my job and left the comfortable life in the USA for the open road with nothing but a 20-pound backpack, a …

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