the boat rocks. always. deal with it
in night fishing you don't use rods. drop a line and hold
to hang on reeal tight when bumboats, speedboats, coastguards, tugboats, cruiseships, tankers... pass
to tie knots, add weights, bait, reel in
to 'filet' live fish. it's disgusting
to catch squid
to filet squid. equally disgusting and way messier. all that ink
patience
about currents and why we weren't catching any
sleeping on the boat gives you butt and neck cramps
it wasn't as smelly and dirty and scary as i thought. thank goodness. there's something very relaxing and surreal about fishing. i love everything bout it.. except the fishing part. lying down on the fronttip of the boat talking about trivial things (like sharks) with my cousin and his best friend (they do love me), the breeze, manymanymany stars, the notthatdarkandscary waters, the factories that look like mini christmas trees all lighted up, listening to silence, staring into the dark spotted with boat lights... i like.
and for the second time, i saw the sun rise. this time... i really saw the sun. rise.
excuse the photo influx .. but it was real prettydarnsuperuuuber amazing. heh.
now i know why books always go 'the blood red sun'
doesn't it totally give you the ahhhhlelujah feeling.. God must be quite the perfectionist too =)
so after 16hrs at sea...
we didn't catch any fish (though the boatman caught 5 hugeass ones)
was utterly exhausted
and was damn happy.
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