Shipwrecked

Ahoy! Although this very awesome outing happened over a week ago, it lingers strongly in my mind--the scent of the sea, the corroded iron (oxidation at its best!) a helipad covered in birds, the maiden's quarters (they were hardly that of a maiden, perhaps deckhands?) the cold, cold atlantic, the breaching whales....

I shall write about it briefly now and share pictures.

In a special place on the Atlantic side near Cape Town is a ship wreck. I found this information on it: The BOS 400 broke loose during a storm while being towed by the Russian tugboat Tigr from Point Noir, Congo to Cape Town, South Africa and ran aground on Duiker Point near Sandy Bay on June 26, 1994.

More than a decade of wreckage has brought a new crew to the ship. birds as I mentioned have capitalized the upper decks while the reefy area where the ship rests is home to fishes and seals.

After an hour of shimmying and crawling and vigorous hiking, we reached the launch site.

from then on, we swam, scrambled on to the ship, explored and jumped off.