But in the end it was agreed to be a mixup .. And we agreed to push on with the day ahead ..
When you put on the lights - a few crickets close to the hut get very loud .. loud as in ear piercing loud .. and the only way to stop them - is to turn the light off - then on until they hit crescendo, off, then on again. it gets a little surreal doing this as you feel like you are in a comedy sketch being filmed for a only fools and horses Xmas special ...
But the morning came .. We were not eaten by bush ratta - and breakfast was booked for 9 am ready for our 10 am fishing trip ... And sure enough based on our precious nights discussion ... Breakfast came at 9 !! Ish !! So toast ... Bananas ... Coffee - tea - jam ... On the beach about 10 ft away from the sea ... Very civilised !!!!!
An old Submarine Mine on the beach |
As we have breakfast .. Our boat arrives for fishing ... It's a local pirogue open top - which is perfect for me .. But could be too hot for meerkats !!!! Anyway - we are going for 5 hours only .. And providing the sun does not come though too heavily - should be just about do-able !!
Into the water - onto the boat - and we are off for a trip around the islands ... Fishing being a key objective !!!
It was a very pleasant trip around the islands. A few stops to try and catch fish by hand line. hand line means no rod, just line and a hook, and a hope that while you want to catch something of reasonable size, you don't want to catch anything too big...
Our final stop in the afternoon, nothing caught yet, we get to snapper point. I called this snapper point as clearly this is what you catch here - red snapper. Not too large - not too small, and we have caught about 10 of them and a reasonable sized barracuda. Normally I would be over excited about eating freshly caught fish - my own freshly caught fish - (its a man hunt food primitive thing) - but I am just pleased that the fish selected to eat was the first edible fish caught by Sandra ever in her life ... a nice sized red snapper selected and cooked as a starter.
The rest we leave to the villagers to enjoy.
Beer - red wine - and our jealous bush ratta watching us eating.. its another evening so surreal that even drugs could not induce visions like this - for a bareuitarist ...
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