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onlookers aboard for the ride, and even an occasional monkey. A typical trip would begin at the Barbo's dockside where desultory clumps of undersea adventurers congregated, a bit bleary from the long and beery seaside evening before, awaiting the arrival of the boat. Usually the wait was rewarded: on one or two occasions, as nine o'clock came and passed to an empty, arkless sea, the embarrassed word was spread that somebody forgot to lay on the transport. A quick run down the road to the fisherman's hit usually rectified the situation with barely an hour's delay.

    As soon as all gear, late breakfasters and stray children are safely aboard, the captain applies his blowtorch to the rusty engine and we put off for the

[Jacques Dumas, Secretary General of the C.M.A.S. enjoyed a day's diving with Lee and Vichien]