"The fiberglass hull of our kayak vibrated with their squeaking and chirping. Suddenly they were all around us. White torpedoes dove under our hull, sending up clouds of bubbles. A mother and calf swam parallel to us. Another pair surfaced right next to our bow and nuzzled our kayak."
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|John Flinn, "Snorkeling with belugas. No, really"|