I grew up watching Philippe Cousteu's grandfather swim in the oceans. In fact I was glued to the screen when his show came on. It gave me such an appreciation for the life of the ocean.
I swam in the Mediterranean on July 4, 1976 and I remember seeing hunks of either tar or oil in the water and having to avoid them. Over at Wounded Bird this video was posted. It really is the Nightmare that Philippe calls it.
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