ive AM. Atime for passing outas, faras we're concerned, notfor ‘waking up! Grumble we might, ‘but we've stil gotto travel 60m south-east to Gancbaal in time for ‘the Shark Alley tides. Today, class, we're ‘going to getup close and personal with a ‘great white shark, with justa couple of millimetres of flimsy steel separating us anda predator so perfectithasn'thad to adapt in millennia. ‘After wolfing down a Full English and enduring the obligatory safety briefing, ‘weset foot on board the Apex Predator. We stop disturbingly closeto the shoreline and, while the chum lines of minced tuna are set, we whittle away the ‘waitby childishly leaning over the upper deck guardrail making puking noises and emptying thellastbit of our Aquelle onthe heads ofthose below. Discovery competition winner Carla Da Costa is onervous that an English ‘tourist rummaging through a coolerbox behind us freaks her out. Initially, we can’t decide whether it's the thought ofa