Well, that was my first and last weekend of freedom. Objective whales! It's been one month as newspapers, blogs, colleagues talk about whales. Indeed they come to give birth and batifoller in southern New Caledonia. So agencies have developed whale whatching playing on the green fiber pseudo science. But hey, it's not every day you can see whales up close. So finally I am tempted, I booked one week ago a place for Sunday. I hesitated: Saturday or Sunday. As the forecast was for clouds Saturday and the weather for Sunday, so I chose the following common sense and in full confidence on Sunday. Saturday, yesterday so I got up, I open the curtain: the sky is blue as every day for 10d. Well, good for those on the water! In the evening I am invited to Marcy who prepared me a bouillabaisse anthology: snapper and wrasse. It was 22 at the table! Gargantuan meals that will remain etched in my memory .. and in my stomach. Thank you for this evening, Marcy.
Sunday 5:30 ... ... the alarm goes off too early! 5 hours of sleep is not enough! The zombie that I am, open the curtains ... the sky is concrete. Cheers weather. Damn, it starts badly! 6:15, I get on "Wink": a giant catamaran. I put a sweater, a fleece and a raincoat. At that hour, with wind and no sun, I can assure you he does rather chilly. The sun begins to penetrate at the Woodin Canal (between the mainland and the island ouen).
I begin to loosen one eye, my index finger to stretch history to be ready to press the shutter of my camera. Each (there are 18 other people on the catamaran ... ... 18 x 10.000CFP is profitable whale watching!) Will post on the hull of the catamaran. It scans the horizon ... and then sees it? Upon exiting the canal, you come across the Bay of Prony, the Mecca for whale watching ... that we see? 18 boats equally loaded, 2 planes, a helicopter ... so that the observation of whales in their natural environment takes a beating. I have the balls to be here finally. I feel finance death of whales. Each boat explores finally an area around the bay driven reels ("scientific" posted on the cape with big binoculars, and are also paid by the skippers on boats to herd the whales). The sky clouds over, it goes from light gray to dark gray. It starts to rain! It is the bouquet. He is 13h or 7 hours of browsing ... .. still no whales in the rain (though it is 10d there were no clouds ... I have to gives me a gris-gris ... Adama, come to my rescue!) 13h! Message on VHF radio, a whale was visualized by another boat! Any change of course, just go full blast on the co-worker, all other boats doing the same. So a couple of boat that has encircled the first author of the message cata VHF. Everyone is at his post for "battle", loaded cameras, camcorders and piercing gaze leveled! The sun pierces the clouds, it's a sign from God!
There's more hope for a whale to come do a somersault over the cat, and it would be filled. We need to do much. Tournicotent boats around each other, each keeping watch, that he who drew the first! And I get those here! I already preset my "CANON" on the burst mode, just to leave no luck to the beast. For 1 h were observed in the eye ... but nothing, not a single warning, not even a little flip as to marineland. We ended up leaving the area. We hoisted the spinnaker and it was turned around (not me I assure you). All is not lost however, we can see on the way back dixit skipper, who for our morale as we said last week he saw 15 under a blazing sun ... I'll strangle. To finish us off, it leaves your PC and shows her pretty pictures. I sulk, I even want to see her photos, I want to get wet! on the way back I just saw a line that jumped out of the water (a fraction of a second ... not what is the fart). That's still a great experience ... or how to sponsor the killing of whales. Well, I guess my post would have been different if I could see with my eyes, a big whale ... not what most people can see and stranded on the beach in thong Bay tits.
Sunday 5:30 ... ... the alarm goes off too early! 5 hours of sleep is not enough! The zombie that I am, open the curtains ... the sky is concrete. Cheers weather. Damn, it starts badly! 6:15, I get on "Wink": a giant catamaran. I put a sweater, a fleece and a raincoat. At that hour, with wind and no sun, I can assure you he does rather chilly. The sun begins to penetrate at the Woodin Canal (between the mainland and the island ouen).
I begin to loosen one eye, my index finger to stretch history to be ready to press the shutter of my camera. Each (there are 18 other people on the catamaran ... ... 18 x 10.000CFP is profitable whale watching!) Will post on the hull of the catamaran. It scans the horizon ... and then sees it? Upon exiting the canal, you come across the Bay of Prony, the Mecca for whale watching ... that we see? 18 boats equally loaded, 2 planes, a helicopter ... so that the observation of whales in their natural environment takes a beating. I have the balls to be here finally. I feel finance death of whales. Each boat explores finally an area around the bay driven reels ("scientific" posted on the cape with big binoculars, and are also paid by the skippers on boats to herd the whales). The sky clouds over, it goes from light gray to dark gray. It starts to rain! It is the bouquet. He is 13h or 7 hours of browsing ... .. still no whales in the rain (though it is 10d there were no clouds ... I have to gives me a gris-gris ... Adama, come to my rescue!) 13h! Message on VHF radio, a whale was visualized by another boat! Any change of course, just go full blast on the co-worker, all other boats doing the same. So a couple of boat that has encircled the first author of the message cata VHF. Everyone is at his post for "battle", loaded cameras, camcorders and piercing gaze leveled! The sun pierces the clouds, it's a sign from God!
There's more hope for a whale to come do a somersault over the cat, and it would be filled. We need to do much. Tournicotent boats around each other, each keeping watch, that he who drew the first! And I get those here! I already preset my "CANON" on the burst mode, just to leave no luck to the beast. For 1 h were observed in the eye ... but nothing, not a single warning, not even a little flip as to marineland. We ended up leaving the area. We hoisted the spinnaker and it was turned around (not me I assure you). All is not lost however, we can see on the way back dixit skipper, who for our morale as we said last week he saw 15 under a blazing sun ... I'll strangle. To finish us off, it leaves your PC and shows her pretty pictures. I sulk, I even want to see her photos, I want to get wet! on the way back I just saw a line that jumped out of the water (a fraction of a second ... not what is the fart). That's still a great experience ... or how to sponsor the killing of whales. Well, I guess my post would have been different if I could see with my eyes, a big whale ... not what most people can see and stranded on the beach in thong Bay tits.
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