ive AM. Atime for passing outas,
faras we're concerned, notfor
‘waking up! Grumble we might,
‘but we've stil gotto travel 60m
south-east to Gancbaal in time for
‘the Shark Alley tides. Today, class, we're
‘going to getup close and personal with a
‘great white shark, with justa couple of
millimetres of flimsy steel separating us
anda predator so perfectithasn'thad to
adapt in millennia.
‘After wolfing down a Full English and
enduring the obligatory safety briefing,
‘weset foot on board the Apex Predator.
We stop disturbingly closeto the
shoreline and, while the chum lines of
minced tuna are set, we whittle away the
‘waitby childishly leaning over the upper
deck guardrail making puking noises
and emptying thellastbit of our Aquelle
onthe heads ofthose below.
Discovery competition winner Carla
Da Costa is onervous that an English
‘tourist rummaging through a coolerbox
behind us freaks her out. Initially, we
can’t decide whether it's the thought ofa