On days like today
2 Aug 2007 08:07 pmI'm very glad I'm on a writing hiatus, or rather I'm happy I don't have the
novel_in_90goal hanging over my head. I'm tiiiiired, and it is good to know that I can just relax with a movie or a book or sketch pad and pencils and not worry about churning out readable prose.
At eight this morning, I set out on the boat with J and two friends, Jocelyn and Bruno, for Bruno's last spearfishing expedition (he and his family go back to metropoltian France in five days). Because of the windy conditions, they decided to go to Mtsamboro, an island in the north, two hours from Petite Terre. A few pics, courtesy of Google Earth.

From the northern tip to the western, the reef shelf is considered "exterior" of the lagoon and hunting is allowed, so that's where we stopped.

Six hours, ten fish, and one spiny lobster later, we started back home. (None of those catches were mine, even though I took three shots. The only thing I came home with is an extremely tender, red spot on my arm from some kind of blasted coral.) We arrived in the port with the sunset, 10 hrs after leaving the house this morning. Four hours on a boat can take it out of a gal... And guys, and poor Julien and Bruno are working the night shift (on a boat!) from 8:00 pm - 7:00 am.
At eight this morning, I set out on the boat with J and two friends, Jocelyn and Bruno, for Bruno's last spearfishing expedition (he and his family go back to metropoltian France in five days). Because of the windy conditions, they decided to go to Mtsamboro, an island in the north, two hours from Petite Terre. A few pics, courtesy of Google Earth.
From the northern tip to the western, the reef shelf is considered "exterior" of the lagoon and hunting is allowed, so that's where we stopped.
Six hours, ten fish, and one spiny lobster later, we started back home. (None of those catches were mine, even though I took three shots. The only thing I came home with is an extremely tender, red spot on my arm from some kind of blasted coral.) We arrived in the port with the sunset, 10 hrs after leaving the house this morning. Four hours on a boat can take it out of a gal... And guys, and poor Julien and Bruno are working the night shift (on a boat!) from 8:00 pm - 7:00 am.
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Date: 2 Aug 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 3 Aug 2007 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 3 Aug 2007 12:07 pm (UTC)A dirtier mind would have a field day with this.
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Date: 3 Aug 2007 09:02 am (UTC)I'm very impressed that you were spear-fishing, too - catch or not. I hear it's much harder than they make it look in the films.
Ramble, ramble
Date: 3 Aug 2007 09:25 am (UTC)My main problem with fishing is getting over the "Oh, pretty fishy. Can't shoot the pretty fishy." I never knew I was such a girl that way. *rolls eyes* And, the, um, ability to aim might have something to do with it, as well as the fact that I hate holding my breath so can't stay on the bottom for long, don't have a weight belt, and have flimsy short fins instead of proper hunting ones...But other than that, it's a wonder I didn't come home with something. :P
Re: Ramble, ramble
Date: 3 Aug 2007 10:16 am (UTC)Ah - I see! You're ruining all my illusions, you know. We get smacked over the head by TV cooks (Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, primarily) eulogising about fresh food and how wonderful it is to catch and cook it instantly, I seem to be under the impression now that it's compulsory.
Catch fish. Cook fish. Eat fish. No alternative. *g*
PS: I'd be the same with the "Awww.... Pretty!" So, if my hunting skills were relied on to feed us, we'd definitely be vegetarian.
Re: Ramble, ramble
Date: 3 Aug 2007 10:51 am (UTC)But mostly, they weren't cooked right away because a) I was tired, b) didn't have time before the wubs had to leave for work.
Re: Ramble, ramble
Date: 3 Aug 2007 11:42 am (UTC)That's an interesting point about the refrigeration. I'll have to check on that :-)
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Date: 3 Aug 2007 03:36 pm (UTC)Re: Ramble, ramble
Date: 3 Aug 2007 07:44 pm (UTC)