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Article #234: A Close Encounter with Wild Dolphins

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Gustasp Irani resting upon the seabed and admiring the
My first glimpse of Tangalooma's famous new marine ecosystem of colourful coral
wild dolphins was from the boat that and tropical fish that had evolved around
ferried us to Moreton Island 75 minutes these ghostly galleons. I felt my pulse
from Brisbane, Australia. They arched start to quicken when Lea, our dive
their black silken bodies out of the leader and my diving buddy, led us into
water as though to greet us as we docked heart of one of these wrecks. Sensing my
at the island's main pier. I was down at apprehension, she held my hand while we
the pier later that night for an up close swam through an underwater passageway. I
and personal meeting with these friendly emerged from the ordeal with the sense of
sea mammals; a group of eight that elation that comes from having confronted
frolicked in the floodlit waters as they my worst fears and survived.
waited for the party to start. The rest of the dive was a visual
delight. Soft coral swayed to the rhythm
The wild dolphins that visited this of the currents while brilliantly hued
little outcrop every day of the year to fish in amazing shapes and sizes waltzed
bum a snack and say hello to us, their around us in this bizarre underwater
distant cousins that lived on the land, wonderland where life flourished in the
was only a fraction of the thrills that midst of ancient wrecks.
Tangalooma had to offer its guests. Over That evening I slowed down the pace of
two days in this island paradise, I would the adventure and lazed around in the
snorkel with schools of colourful fish, shallow of one of the many swimming pools
scuba diving within shipwrecks, ride All that dot the property. I lay in the water
Terrain Vehicle (ATV) across sandy banks and congratulated myself for following up
and even go tobogganing down desert on the lead I found on I was browsing
dunes. through the site looking for something in
Indeed, still recall the moment I lay India - is the leading travel portal in
flat on my stomach on a plank at the the country - when I noticed that it was
summit of a sand dune and looked down the offering a close encounter with wild
treacherous plunge ahead of me. The dolphins package in Australia. Before I
moment of panic, however, had passed. I knew it I was hooked; curiosity turned to
had already committed to the tobogganing desire and desire to compulsion. I had to
run and focused my attention on doing it get to Tangalooma. Now that I was here,
right. I grasped the front of the plank it was all promised it would be and more.
and lifted it off the sand and made sure Later that evening I was down by the
that my elbows and feet were well up in floodlit pier to interact with the
the air so that they did not get scraped Tangalooma bottlenose dolphins once more.
as I raced down the dune. The ranger attached to the Dolphin
'Let it rip?' Alcester, our Tangalooma Research Centre assured us that the
Wild Dolphin Resort tour manager and feeding ceremony accounted for only
guide queried. 'Let it rip!' I responded. around 20% of the dolphins' diet and that
The next moment I was tearing down the they had to depend on their own hunting
face of the dune. I don't know what instincts to catch fish in the open seas.
speeds I reached, but it seemed like over According to her the contact between
100 kmp and with the ground whizzing dolphin and humans on this island goes
under me, no more than a foot from my back a long way to the time when the two
face, it was both terrifying and cooperated to catch fish. The dolphins
exhilarating. When eventually I came to a would herd schools of fish towards the
complete stop at the bottom of the dune I shore where the aborigine would catch
stayed still on the plank, savouring the them in their nets. Once the catch was
thrill of the ride. A little later I was hauled in, the local fishermen would
trudging up the dune for one more zany throw back a part of it into the water
run down its slope. It was the for the dolphins to feed on.
culminating highlight of the island The next morning I shifted back into high
safari which started with a drive through gear when I mounted an all terrain
dense native forests that emerged onto a vehicles (ATV), a modified four-wheel
bleak desert in the middle of the motorcycle with a souped up engine, and
outcrop. went speeding down a deserted beach
Back at the resort I checked in at the before heading for a dusty rollercoaster
resort's dive unit and kitted up - tanks, ride over sand dunes that waved over the
wetsuit, the works - for an underwater island. It was a fitting finale to an
adventure. A little boat ferried us to adventure that lifted me to zany heights
the dive site at the far end of the and gifted me with peaceful and quiet
island where the rusted superstructure of moments; an adventure during which I had
sunken vessels spooked the sky above the the good fortune to be part, if only
water. Soon I was swimming with fellow briefly, of the legendary bonding between
divers around battered hulls of ships humans and dolphins.






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