Well, today we go up to Gatwick airport, stay in a hotel overnight, and I then drop Mr WithaY at the airport for his unbelievably early check-in on Sunday morning.
Why? Well, glad you asked, dear reader.
Because he is off to live on a boat out in the ocean off the coast of Mexico for 3 weeks as part of a marine biology shark tagging expedition. Guadalupe and the Revillagigedo (Socorro) Islands, off the Pacific coast of Mexico, to be precise.
And not just little cute Finding Nemo vegetarian sharks*, either. No, these are Scalloped Hammerheads and Great Whites. The plan, as far as I can deduce, is that they take turns being lowered into the ocean inside a cage, then poke the sharks with pointy sticks, trying to give them a funky fin piercing.
Now, is it just me, or does that sound like the kind of behaviour that would earn you an unexpected ride in an ambulance on a Saturday night, never mind attempting it with some of the largest marine predators around?
Gah.
I do have an irrational fear of big fish, so my views on this are bound to be slightly prejudiced. But even so. Sharks! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The science bit:
It's all being done in conjunction with the Shark Research Institute (SRI), Centro De Investigaciones Biologicas del Noroeste, S.C. (CiB) and the Centro Interdisciplinario de Ciencias Marinas (CICIMAR), La Paz, Baja California Sur, Mexico. Check them out if you are interested.
*Apart from the Whale Sharks.
6 comments:
Sitting somewhere in England, a fear of big fish may be irrational. But in a small boat or, even worse, a small cage suspended in the ocean off Mexico trying to make holes with a stick in sharks, fear is more than rational and lack of fear is unusual indeed. The whole project strikes me as barking mad.
Arrived in Mexico after 26 hours of travel! Sitting here in Ensenada in a Starbucks drinking coffee. Marvellous!
This message is from your dear husband by the way!!!
Z, it's mental, there is no other rationale for it.
Hello beloved husband. Have you joined the RAF en-route?? Glad to hear you are there in one piece...long may it continue. *kiss*
I poked a shark with a stick once.
Although I was asleep. And dreaming.
In fact, come to think of it the dream had nothing to do with sharks or sticks whasoever.
It might have done though...
Jon. You are bonkers mate, no two ways about it.
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