The boat is anchored

21 | 08 | 18 | Monday

The landscape was stunningly beautiful. It was a wild nordic seascape: the bright slightly agitated sea, the seagulls flying over it, the cold dark rocks of the small islands in the background, the shore… and there was something more. From time to time, a black shape would reach the surface to get down below again. A killer whale. You could only be grateful for witnessing such an appearence.


There were more of us, swinging in a boat, not very far from the shore. It was similar to a yacht you could get inside of. Suddenly, it sank just like a submarine, and we continued watching through a large porthole. Despite glaring in complete darkness, a black shadow was present: the orca was slowly swiming nearby, totally ignoring us. Breathtaking view.

“Ask the captain if the boat is anchored. We’re diving in!”, the woman next to the porthole said.

The words freezed me for a few seconds. It was one thingĀ  watching from inside, and a completely different thing to get there and experience it. But the woman seemed to have the role of a trainer or a guide of some sort in this trip. Somehow, even though the thought of getting in that vast land of the unknown scared me, I knew I didn’t have much of a choice, but trust her.