Throwback Thursday: Dead Dolphins and Live Whale Sharks
Let's dig into the archives and look back to what I was doing in May 2012.
Several beach dives at La Jolla Shores inspired a bad pun (as if there is truly such a thing as a bad pun: pfft). I came across a dead dolphin in the shallows at the Shores as well, and didn't think much of it until a few days later, when the rumor mill on the DiveBums mailing list reported that the dolphin had obviously died of a great white shark attack. Though we were celebrating our anniversary in Belize, it was my moral duty to dispel these silly rumors and repost my image of the fully-intact cetacean corpse. Clearly, any nibbles on the body occurred postmortem, and a good, old-fashioned shark scare would just have to wait for another day.
It was with a smug superiority that I returned to vacation: living it up while climbing ruins, rafting rivers, and stalking whale sharks was the name of the game. To summarize:
The Mayan ruins were breathtaking and fabulous.
The Belizean landscape was raw and rife with exotic wildlife.
The whale sharks were one of the bigger disappointments of my diving career.
Just goes to show that you can't have your proverbial whale shark cake and eat it too*, I suppose.
*This is just an expression. Please don't eat shark at all, in cake or otherwise.