|Karmoy in Norway is not that remote,but norwegian roads are curvy and tiresome. The trip to the dolphin also includes several ferrytrips.
It is quite a unique thing beeing able to visit a wild dolphin.
The dolphin named Flipper by the locals has shown up for nearly 30
years now. Returning to he same harbours, once in a while spending
a night sleeping beside his favourite boat. Daytime he is of to sea
doing whatever dolphins are doing.
There are actually some 8 dolphins around the world who have left their pods and sought out humans.
Flipper - is now believed to be dead (2003)
|Why? Ambassadeurs some say. Others think the indivuduals has been outcast from their pod. Jolo in Bahamas, Funghi on Ireland. Ollin in Egypt is another. But her just having had a baby she has left her usuall shores and spent more time with a nearby pod. Maybe trying togive her young one a proper upbringing - who knows. There are eight of us coming to Karmoy. Some mediapeople like myself and some, what I call, dolphin hippies. And some curious and dedicated snorklers. We rent the old lighthouse which includes a small boat. We are prepared with scubagear and freediving gear - but aaawgh - its easter and only 6 degrees celcius surface water.
Every ferry, every fishingboat we eyeball - since Flipper is known
to surf there waves back and to his homeport - which is mostly Haugsund.
Three days full of anticipation and then the sight of a backfin and
then he is gone - my companions start doubting me, mocking me - "what
was it you saw?".
But the day after - there he is again, following the red fishingboat
out at sea. The same night we find him asleep beside his favourite
boat in a smaller harbour. We wake him up gathering around him in
the water and for some time he recieves our cuddling - but decides
after an hour that his nightssleep is too precious and he heads of
to the otherside of the harbour - hiding from us.
|He is quite old and scarred. 30 human years at least and I must confess he is not what I expected or wished for. With my aquired freediving skills I expected to met him down in the deep on his terms - but he prefers beeing tickled, rubbed and scrubbed at the surface taking no notice of me swimming gracefully 5 meters beneath him.
After we met him that easter 2002 he dissapeared for several months
appearing only briefly the during he summer.