A Whale Shark comes to Koh Tao
There we were at the dive shop. It happened to be one of the few days that I can remember while diving with New Heaven Dive Shop, that we had to send two longtail boats out to the actual dive boat. For those of you who are unfamiliar with a longtail boat, well… picture a canoe that has been laid on its side and jumped on by a few giants, not broken, but badly bent
However, instead of assuming, as one would, that this canoe should be powered by oars or paddles, you must picture that it has a motor. What kind of motor you may ask… and I’m glad you did. Because if you’re sitting there picturing a canoe powered by an outboard, you would be sadly mistaken. No, this motor looks much more like a fan on the end of a large pole-vaulting pole. The driver has full mobility (he can put it inside the canoe to cut the hair of his passengers if he chooses) of this large fan which he takes in and out of the water at his leisure, putting it into the correct (and sometimes incorrect) place in order to steer the canoe in the desired direction. But I digress…
“You guys are heading to southwest pinnacle and then shark island today right?” he directed towards James, the
most senior of the staff. “That’s the current plan Dev” he replied
“Well a Whale Shark was just spotted at shark island, so I don’t know if you want to change your plan to head there first man?” James, who had around 3,000 dives on Koh Tao without seeing a whale shark released his Scottish roots in a beautifully accented mishmash of choice words… What I got out of it was, “Dev… whale shark… f’n… dev… f’n… whale shark… whale shark dev? f!” He was either very angry or very happy. Mathilde had been on and off the island for two years without seeing a Whaleshark and was similarly quite excited… I was completely green, but I understood the gist, we had to get there before it left… lets go. Considered swimming to the dive boat… no good, hard corrals on the surface and a good few hundred metres to the boat, damn, we tried communicating with the long tail, but yelling at the back of a canoe with a fan motor is as useful as yelling at the back of a jet airplane, so we waited in painful anticipation as we watched the longtail approach the dive boat and slowly unload all the passengers before coming back to us. When Tua returned with the longtail, the three of us hollered at him excitedly, and used our wicked dive signs to communicate ‘Big. F’n. Shark.’… he got the point, and the longtail was turned around almost before we could hop in it in knee deep water…
We arrived at the dive boat in a hurry, and broke every rule about not panicking the customers as we jumped from boat to boat without allowing the longtail to stop. After telling the captain to go straight to shark island, we informed Liz and Abel , the other instructors on board, of the whale shark (they had been busy trying to keep the customers calm) and got on our way. I was still in training, so my job was technically to follow James around, assisting him with his students…
“Mate, I’ll go down with the students, you don’t need to wait for us, find me at 5 meters (deep),” he informed me
“Wicked,” I suited up and waited… and waited… Waiting on a bumpy dive in full gear… well, it sucks, I don’t recommend it. We arrived on site, and as I was waiting for the boat to stop and anchor up I heard a few splashes. I looked over the side to realize that James and Mathilde had thrown their gear off the moving boat and jumped in after it. “What tha f*** y’doing mate?” James asked me as he turned around to see me on the boat, “Git yer arse in tha watta” I jumped off, and immediately descended, then started scanning the water for a big f’n shark. Something to know about whale sharks, they feed on plankton which means that when they are around, typically the visibility in the water ain’t great… this was no exception. Imagine yourself in deep fog, and suddenly you turn your head and see the figure of a 7 m (20ft) shark. Your gut instinct is fear, of course, until you remember that its harmless so you go closer, convincing yourself its okay.
And then you see them… polka dots. This gigantic shark is hardly moving and is full of large white polka dots. He opens his 1.5 m (4ft) mouth as he passes you, which is slightly startling, until you realize he has no teeth. The only way he’s getting you is if you physically swim into his mouth (incidentally, something like that has happened), so you relax. You remember that you’re not supposed to chase the Whaleshark, but rather allow it to continue on its way, and stay in one spot watching, but that’s hard to do. I looked up and saw Liz with her students at a great distance, James the same and Mathilde by herself. James, the marine biologist, had enlightened us to a weird phenomenon where the Whalesharks will slow completely when their bodies are in bubbles, kind of like a Jacuzzi… so we tried it. James, myself and Mathilde went on our backs in one spot and waited, eventually the shark came right above us, so we blew some bubbles… it worked like a charm. There may never be a moment in my life that compares with this… laying three or four meters under a seven meter whale shark… incredible. As James had to return to his students, he gave me permission to negate my responsibilities, so Mathilde and I stayed with the shark by ourselves for a 44 minute dive before he finally dove into the blue abyss. We signalled to each other to ascend, and finished the most amazing dive experience I could have ever pictured.
Curious about some experiences that don’t go so well, check out this experience in the Galapagos.