... an hour had passed by - looking in every direction, finning, diving down, spitting out mouthfuls of seawater, clearing mask, clearing snorkel, excitement and awe. Then, finally, in a slow waft of its giant tail, the last whale shark had left the scene. I could no longer see or hear the whale either and we had lost the bait ball completely. Just fingers of beautiful light stretched toward the surface, the seabed some unfathomable depth below us and Miguel scanning the blue, 5 metres below me...
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