We were not alone. Ten, twenty boats were along for the ride. For an hour we cruised, criss-crossing back and forth in a sweeping pattern, on the lookout.
The sea was choppy and I gave up on staying dry at the bow of the boat. Which was fine with me. I just didn't shoot much video. See, I'd planned to shoot the whole thing, make sort of a mockumentary of the spectacle. But after an hour or so it really wasn't all that funny.
When finally we spotted a pod of dolphins all the boats rushed off in the same direction. I swore that one of us was going to run a dolphin over. We raced at them full-bore, changing direction with them when the pod shifted, until they wisened up and stayed beneath the surface.
This pattern was repeated several times until our driver stopped the boat and announced that the dolphins were leaving the bay for the day. He handed out some cups of grounds-ridden coffee and motored us back to shore.
It was an interesting adventure, if it could be called that, more of an exercise in anti-eco-tourism. Still, it was nice to get out on the water in the early morning and cruise around for a bit.
Now, imagine if you will, that you're a dolphin, subjected on a daily basis to a post-breakfast chase by twenty boats with madmen at the helm, ferrying gawking and half-naked (mostly) European tourists, gunning right for you. I imagine that after a while you might just throw in the towel (despite any advice offered by the Guide to the stupidity of such an action) and just find a new spot to hang out. I would.
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