Last Sunday a few of us decided to risk it all and participate in a dive with Jaws best friend - the friendly South African Great White Shark. Yours truly had a bet with one of her legal eagle buddies that she would not brave the shark infested waters of Gansbaai, a few hours down the road from Cape Town, don a wetsuit and perch in a cage while sharks bashed against the bars.
Well, we set off early in the morning eagerly anticipating a terrifying day. We arrived at the offices of the dive company, listened attentively to our safety lecture and were generally working ourselves up into a frenzy. We set off in our boat and changed into wet suits. The crew threw chum into the water which is supposed to encourage the sharks to come to the surface. It is not bait. I suppose its kind of a water that's had dead fish in it. Anyway they can smell the dead fish.
After half an hour a shark popped up to the surface. A cry of "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhark in the bay" rang out. Well, blink and you would have missed it! It popped up banged against the side of the boat and was gone.
We trawled around for a few hours, but to no avail. The sharks were not where they were supposed to be. It was all a bit disappointing really.
However, back at the offices we were warmed up by a nice lasagna and heartened with a cold beer.
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