Of all the things I wanted to do before I hit 50
I can honestly say standing out in a typhoon
trying to photograph men buying freshly slaughtered
dolphin meat wasn't one of them. But here I am ...
Up at the usual 5am we weren't expecting the worst
of the typhoon till late afternoon and left the
hotel to low winds and calm waters. Only the
absence of the tourist boats and seeing the fishing
boats had anchored away from the sea walls reminded
us it was on its way.
We arrived in Taiji to find the banger boats
safely moored in anticipation of the typhoon.
We checked dolphins in the sea pens and then sat
and watched the rains arrive from the south…
Thinking there wasn't a lot we could achieve for
a while John and I decided to go get supplies. As
we drove away from the town we passed a very
surprised meat buyer with his police escort.
They must have thought we had already
And one thing lead to another, in u-turning back
to the butcher house we stumbled across a skiff
heading towards the cove … why would they be going
there with the impending weather?!?! So another u-turn
had us driving to the cove where 8 policemen watched
us videoing the dolphin hunters remove the last of
the nets and signs. It was lovely to see the cove
as it should be.. a place of beauty, a place to be
enjoyed.. It’s a shame that as soon as this weather
passes Taiji will transform it back to be their
dirty little secret, the thing that brings so much
shame to their town.
As I type it’s 12.30 and we can hear the winds starting to
pick up. Soon the Cove Guardians will be going again to
check the dolphins in the sea pens and my stomach is in
knots. Not because I’m frightened to go out in the typhoon,
but because I don’t want to see what I fear we are going to