The water outside the marina was anything but peaceful. The waves were big - real big! And our boat was pretty little. At first, this combination made for a fun theme-par-like ride. At times, the boat launched over waves, hung in the air for a split second, and then crashed down onto the water's surface. There is a reason, however, that theme park rides last only 30 seconds, as opposed to two hours.
The first deep sea fisherman tossed his cookies thirty minutes into the ride. Over the next hour and half almost everyone else on boat followed suit. Despite my efforts to keep my stomach calm, I too found myself leaning over the side of the boat chummin' the water. On the upside (as if there is one), you really get to know a group of people when you are all lined up and down the side of a rocking boat, leaning and moaning, paying no attention to the never ending assault of salt water drenching your limp body, and wiping bodily fluids from your face and arms as the winds blows it in unexpected directions. Yes, we threw our dignity to the wind, along with everything in our stomachs.
After two hours of nausea, the boat stops and you spend the next three or four hours standing in the sun during the heat of the day with very fishy smelling bait, which doesn't do much for your very fragile stomach. It is exciting when you finally catch a fish, although this excitement is followed by (1) lots of pulling and tugging as you reel in your catch and (2) a bit of guilt as you watch your fish lay on the deck next to you and flop around as he slowly dies. If you are like me, the deck hands will laugh at you when you apologize to the suffering fish, whose stomach is bulging out of his mouth due to surfacing from deep water too quickly.
After about five hours, all the throwing up, standing in the sun, reeling and tugging, and dying fish leaves you with zero energy. That is when you say to yourself, "Wow, I caught three wonderful fish and I do not even know how to cook them. I think that is enough for me. Now I will go sleep in the air conditioned cabin." And the minute you sit down in the cabin, you know that you just made the best decision of your life.
Here's Chris and I with our catch, safely back on solid ground. Cheers!
After two hours of nausea, the boat stops and you spend the next three or four hours standing in the sun during the heat of the day with very fishy smelling bait, which doesn't do much for your very fragile stomach. It is exciting when you finally catch a fish, although this excitement is followed by (1) lots of pulling and tugging as you reel in your catch and (2) a bit of guilt as you watch your fish lay on the deck next to you and flop around as he slowly dies. If you are like me, the deck hands will laugh at you when you apologize to the suffering fish, whose stomach is bulging out of his mouth due to surfacing from deep water too quickly.
After about five hours, all the throwing up, standing in the sun, reeling and tugging, and dying fish leaves you with zero energy. That is when you say to yourself, "Wow, I caught three wonderful fish and I do not even know how to cook them. I think that is enough for me. Now I will go sleep in the air conditioned cabin." And the minute you sit down in the cabin, you know that you just made the best decision of your life.
Here's Chris and I with our catch, safely back on solid ground. Cheers!
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