Kissing the Requins
The sharks arise at Mori Mori, their dorsal fins slicing the surface, to greet the coming divers. The sharks are there before the engine of the dive boat idles to a stop. Circling. Slipping under the shadow of the boat. If you're afraid of les requins, as they are called here on the French Polynesian island of Bora Bora, then you've boarded the wrong boat. Most dives off Tahiti's islands involve a shark or two...or 30, sometimes more. Sure, there's more to this underwater realm than apex predators. But, who cares? At Mori Mori it's all about the sharks. At this site gray reef sharks rule. And when you settle on the seafloor, they come in close. On my last dive there, I even had an erratic little guy swim through my legs with a big hello! They swam over my head so close that I could see bits of lunch still caught in their teeth (well, maybe I exaggerate a bit, but they were close!).
The divemasters stash a tuna head in the coral, which drives the men in gray wild. And sometimes while the sharks slip and dash around the coral trying to track down the scent, a school of jacks will wander by, like silvery curtain backdrop to the action.
They don't always offer this dive as a shark feed, but if they do, sign up fast.