24.05.2009 25 °C
We are back at Wolf, having made a detour north to Darwin and returned the day after.
It´s just before dusk and the visibility is starting to get low. We are separated from the group and floating at about 60ft in a large ball of silvery chubb. Around the outside of the fish are lurking sharks, mostly hammerheads with some Galápagos thrown in the mix. They swim around us in an endless circle... we can never see more than twenty or thirty but it´s a different twenty every minute. It occurs to us that we are suspended in a huge ball of their favourite food; also that they don´t have very good eyesight.
We drift... and drift... and drift... in the current. The darkness closes in a little more. The sharks circle, coming in to peer at us occasionally. We look at each other nervously. They aren´t even trying for the fish. Just circling.
In the end we come up with quite a lot of air still left in our tanks. No recorded shark attacks in the Galápagos. But no need to push our welcome...