A few days ago, I went snorkeling. While I was snorkeling, I saw a whopping great sea Turtle. Sea Turtles have a lifespan of around 200 years and are strong swimmers. I had to put on a big burst of effort to catch up with one, but then I reached out and touched its shell.
That night, we went over to the Turtle beach and we saw a mother Turtle burying her eggs in the sand. When they collected the eggs to keep them safe (mother Turtles bury the eggs and ditch them) they let me release a couple of other newborns, who were then named Zac, after me, and Fred, after my best friend. So this blog is being written by a turtle.
So, after a long boat ride, we are in Indonesia. Another country. Our first stop is at the port, when we get a [not] friendly visit from customs officials. And a HUGE Alsatian (also a customs official).
Then we get a taxi to the ironically named Bahagia (happy) guesthouse. Hellpit. Two pathetic fans, two damaged beds, a mirror and two almost busted tables and a view that ends at about two metres cost over $10. For a more prescise conversion, click here.
Then we went to the mangrove park. Borneo is the only place on Earth where you can see walking fish. They are not very good walkers, more crawlers. Strange, too, but not sickeningly ugly, though not the prettiest of fish.
They are shy creatures, so don’t do anything in a massive rush. Though not really fast, they can put on a massive sprint when scared. I suspect they are not fish at all, but amphibians. The fact that they live in puddles is a strong hint. So, to cut a long story short, it was fun at the park but not at the port.
I want to do archery. I am not strong enough for their longbows because the pull is about fifty pounds and I’m not quite strong enough to crank it all the way back. I am, however, strong enough for fishing.
Sure, fishing takes a while, and a degree of patience but it does have good results. I have caught a couple of fishes and put one in the fridge, putting the other back in our expensive resort’s pond.
My fish is pink with red fins and edible. The fish in question died in the fridge, poor creature never stood a chance. A while ago we spent ages trying to get the hook out. It is not a pretty sight to see a fish thrashing about with a hook in it’s mouth.
Fishing is not that hard, complex or even boring. In fact, it’s quite fun! As for the fish, we had the chef fry it and it tasted quite nice.