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In the distant archipelago of Komodo, Indonesia, there is a dive site that bears the beautiful name of Castle Rock. His particuliarity ? Sharks love hanging around ... I even made a short video.
Diving in Castle Rock
For divers, this is THE site not to be missed, when you make the long trip to Komodo. Castle Rock - also called Takat Toko - is a pinnacle in the middle of the sea, whose summit is about 7-8 meters deep. In addition to the abundant underwater fauna that gravitates around, there is a good chance of seeing sharks in high doses.
When I get into the water, with Jerome, the dive guide of Pascha, I do not doubt yet the profusion of sharks that turns there ... We go down quickly in the area of 20-25 meters. You do not even have to look for them. They are there.
A shark, two sharks, three sharks ... Impossible to count them. It's everywhere !
Here is the ballet of the castle rock sharks, video. I played a one-minute sequence, which gives a good idea of the atmosphere below the surface.
Many white tip sharks, but also some gray reef. And good-sized specimens ... I'm absolutely fascinated. Marveled, again.
I am often asked if I am not afraid of sharks. But no. Really.
Never before have I been confronted with aggressive behavior on their part. Bottle releases by scuba divers have the tendency to scare them more than to attract them. As soon as they spot us, the sharks prefer to slightly deviate their trajectory and swim a little further offshore.
At Castle Rock, they pass and repass in the blue, propelled in suppleness by the lateral movement of their tail, indifferent to the furious current which whips the falling. Curiously, it is not seen too much in the image, the violence of the current.
My little video editing on the contrary gives off a very serene impression, I think. It's amazing.
Why I started to crochet
Because if sharks swim without effort, patrolling quietly along the reef, for me, it's another matter. For the first time in my life as a diver, I use this thing:
Yes, a hook. Not to scare sharks, huh. They do not care about me! But to get along with a piece of dead coral and avoid drifting like a straw, carried away by the sea squall. It stretches the rosary of our bubbles in a trajectory a little too horizontal for my taste - when it does not suddenly swirl in all directions.
I fastened the carabiner to the ring of the left strap of my stab (the stabilizing vest, in the jargon of divers). The ring on the right is already occupied by another carabiner, the one that secures the fastening of my waterproof case containing the camera, which also makes video (the Canon Eos 7D).
I'm not used to being hooked up on a wire to float like a small flag in the underwater wind. Being restrained on one side unbalances me. I should have tinkered a system to be able to fix the carabiner well in the center of my paraphernalia.
Fortunately, Jerome maintains a firm grip. Here I am stabilized. Secure. And I manage to make some images that do not shake too much.
Ah! What a luxury to have a guardian angel just for you ... I exult behind my mask, too happy that we are only two, and not a whole team!
For other dives, I will regularly go out the hook. I ended up adopting it. It has become indispensable to me to be able to make images in the waters of Komodo, crossed by currents often capricious and irresistible.