C-47 Dakota Airplane Wreck by Rico Besserdich
C-47 Dakota Airplane was intentionally sunken under the “Karaada Artificial Reefs Project” in order to create a new diving point for the divers. It was used as a debarkation plane by the Turkish Air Force until it was sunken on 1st of July 2008.
Equipped with two propellers, the plane by the effects of storms and currents glided down to its present depth. Meanwhile the broken propeller is being located between the cockpit and the shore.
It is not recommended diving inside of the plane which is 19.5 meters long and has 29 meters wing width, because of the instable structure and a lot of stuff dangling around.
But you can find it at:
GPS - coordinates:
Width 36° 10.67’
Height 29° 38.61’
Maximum depth: 22
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The next day, Fujimoto was talking to the mamasan of his hotel. She was holding a newspaper, the official Rodong Sinmun, and on the front page was a photo of the man in the tracksuit. Fujimoto told her this was the man he’d just served dinner.
"She started trembling," Fujimoto said of the moment he realized the man’s true identity. "Then I started trembling."
Fujimoto had much to learn. He didn’t yet know that the money for these luxuries came from gulag labor or that the men he served were in charge of Kim’s special divisions: counterfeiting, weapons sales, and drug production. He had no idea that those beautiful girls were taken from their families in faraway lands and that now their sole purpose was to fulfill Kim’s every pleasure. He couldn’t have known that when people disappeared, they went to communal labor farms, re-education camps, or kwan-li-so gulags, which were total-control zones from which no one returned.
The true nature of Kim Jong-il wouldn’t come clear until Fujimoto’s next trip to North Korea, five years later. Thinking he’d had a good adventure, the chef packed up his knives and flew home to Japan—not knowing he’d give up everything to make his way back again.
Adam Johnson for GQ