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On our last day we were treated to a full day of frolic in the manta's playground. Dive after dive we joined four large mantas as they circled in the warm, clear waters between us and the seamount. As I waited motionless, two mantas glided above and two below. Without fear, one large manta with two white spots on its back circled ever closer. This was the same manta that two days earlier had become my special friend. As she came to rest four inches from my face, our eyes met again. We were both motionless as we each contemplated the other's being. None of us that played with the mantas that day will ever be the same again. The long open ocean return leaves us little to do but to clean our gear, pack, absorb a few last sun rays, and recall the wonderful experiences of the past few days. As I gaze at the open sea, the thoughts of our numerous manta encounters drifts back in my consciousness. Flying weightless with the majestic manta, I am taken to a place and time that could only be part of some ancient Greek mythological world...sailing across continents on winged creatures. |
Story and photography by Robert Aston. All rights reserved. Originally published in Dive Travel Magazine |
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