Diving the Sardine Run off the east coast of South Africa in 2008. Everyone heads out on boats which are directed from a microlite plane to where the action is thickest.
First day of diving we head out on the boat, a total of 7 divers and a guide. I was the least experienced diver with 1,400 or so dives, but as part of the operation's safety protocol, a check-out dive is required.
A couple of the guys pointed out that they would far prefer just to hit the water ASAP and the situation looked like it might get heated until the skipper came up with a solution: -
"look fellas, I actually agree with you, but I've just heard from the guy in the sky that there's a super-pod of dolphins coming in. How about I give you all the nod, you all jump in, check your gear is OK and then just sit tight and wait for the dolphins to come to you?"
Grins all around, yours truly, always an inquisitive sod, pipes up with: -
"How many dolphin in a super-pod?"
Now I'm thinking a hundred, maybe two hundred, dare I dream for more? The skipper speaks into the radio and gets a quick reply from the pilot and turns back to us with the immortal words: -
"Well' it's a big one and it's difficult to judge numbers from the air, but he reckons between seven and eight thousand."
I didn't count them. I couldn't have even started, but I know that I'll never forget the whirrs, clicks, chirrups and then a solid wall of dolphins swimming like lightning above me, below me, around me, just everywhere.
A day later I played chicken with a Humpback whale and got smacked on the right shoulder by the tailfin.
I'm a lucky SOB.