GLORY AT ENTEDEBIR I49 



plane at the end of March leaving my friends behind to 

 continue the research and hunting we had done together for 

 so many weeks, I still had not had the satisfaction of seeing 

 a captured cefalone. By sheer irony, during my last day's 

 swim in the Red Sea, and precisely at Dissei again, I man- 

 aged to get nearer than ever before to a shoal of those 

 devilish fish. If I had had my gun I could have bagged ten of 

 them. Instead, I only had my camera so I shot photographs. 

 I have had the best one printed here. It is a valuable docu- 

 ment. The water was crystal clear. 



Altogether the outcome was a good one, because my two 

 team-mates later repeated the success of Entedebir three 

 times. One cefalone fell to Gigi and two to Cecci. This time 

 they really ended up in formalin. Specimen caught, be- 

 haviour known (at least, in the general scheme of habitat, 

 feeding, etc.), photographs taken in natural environment — 

 we could shake hands. 



