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Boris and the
Wreck
By Wayne Dart, editor of Tracks
30 April, 1999 |

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I find a book on
board regarding the region we’re in
and discover that the place was heavily
fortified during World War II and was
protected by mine fields. A few ships
had gone down in the area, including a
passenger liner which had been converted
into a troop carrier. It had sunk after
going over one of the mines.
The next morning, as soon as I stick my
head out of my cabin door, Dave grabs me
and says, "Are you ready? We’re
going to check the wreck."
A quick brekkie and still half asleep, I’m
laden up with an oxygen tank and thrown
over the side of the tinnie. |
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Down below the wreck sits and I didn’t
even realise until I was about one foot
away just how big it was. I thought for
a long while I was simply staring at the
bottom. The boat itself is still almost
fully intact. Gun shells, helmets,
almost everything was left behind by the
troops when they abandoned her.
Dave put on one of the helmets as we
swam along the ship’s side and thought
he’d cracked an incredible funny. I
almost spat out the mouthpiece laughing
at him. |
We swam around blown out by what we were
seeing. Tons of fish, all different
types swim right alongside you as though
you are one of them. Dave tapped me and
pointed up as just above us
"Boris", a 200kg groper,
cruised leisurely around with a bunch of
fish following. He was like a brooding
"Godfather" type and the rest
were his gangsters, he came and checked
us out. At one stage he was about 10 -
15 feet away from me, facing me with
that huge mouth sunken at the ends as
though he was being stern. He then
opened it wide and sucked in a heap of
water. I shat myself and got out of
there. He just lurked about the whole
time we were diving. He was about the
size of a bloody jetski! |
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After I don’t know how long we were
running out of air and had to return to
the surface. We sat at the 10 metre mark
so as not to get "bent", with
Boris hanging around the whole time. It
was a buzz and a half. My only complaint
is that it all went too quick. Just as
you get your bearings in the new world
under the sea you have to go to the
surface. It’s almost as though there
is no time down there, no feeling of
night or day. I imagine there would be a
similar feeling in space. |
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