Fishing

5:00 Sunday morning. Wake up. 5:10 Get a taxi to Hillary.
Yep I'm here, I'm going fishing today. Yaaaay!
I meet up with a couple of blokes working together. The Harley Davidson riders type of guys.
It's 6:15 and they're having a true Aussie breakfast. Beer. They offer me one, and as I want to make a good impression, I'll have one. (Just got Emma on the phone and she concurred... so hey... If the wife says it's okay :o)

Off we go.

The wind is off shore and rather strong, close to the shore this does not matter but 1,5 hour out at see -so far that land on the horizon is gone since long- the waves really kick in. Must be about 5 meter waves some of them bigger. One of the beer drinkers just turned green and is hanging over the side. (I didn't see that guy the rest of the day, he stayed in the cabin).

Okay, Lines out, its 85 meters here so drop 'm quickly. All of the sudden I see another guy running for the railing. Raaallfff, Baaarffff, Huuuurrrl. And another, and another. By now 4 guys are feeding the fish. Cool, more for me, space to fish and beer that is.

A couple of beer later, we're having fun. However the fish aren't hungry. Well, no matter...

At the end of the day we got 2 small fish and something bit my bait pretty hard and ran off with it, I lost all my tackle. Must have been a shark the captain reckons.

The run back to harbor is a long one, we've been drifting for quite a while. I watch the beautiful Indian Ocean and the guys regularly spurt, vomit an puke their intestines out. The captain smiles, I smile also.

All in all a good day, too bad I didn't catch anything.