Whale Watching And that's not me swimming, but rather the real thing. Humpback whales migrating along the West Australian coast to their summer feeding grounds. Now, whale watching sees to be long periods of staring out sea, followed by a shout that the whales have appeared on the other side of the boat and every other person on board is between you and a decent view. But many of these people are old, inform, or children, so a strapping bloke like myself can soon elbow and gouge his way into a prime viewing position. Here's a fine shot of Mad Cap'n Brian, ask not for whom the white whale comes Brian, it comes for thee, but that's enough mangled literature, on with the show. They're not very well trained these whales, the shout goes up, you fumble for your camera, and then......you get a nice shot of the sea. In this picture, the whale has just dived back under the surface. This is more like it, if you look closely you can see evidence of at least two whales in this picture, one is breathing out creating a v shaped spray, nice. We saw two groups of whales, a mother and calf who dived away from us fairly quickly, then a pod of three males who seemed not at all bothered by the boat and continued to dive and surface to either side of the boat for quite a while. The Australians are very keen that visiting Poms don't steal any of their whales, and thus a Whale Protection Cruiser is assigned to each pod. Then everything went a bit odd, the sky turned purple, a dead albatross fell from above, the air filled with a crackling noise and the metallic coppery taste of ozone and blood, there was a rushing noise and a sense of impending doom, then the sky went black, BLACK I TELL YOU. Or my camera broke, but I prefer version 1.