Life according to carp
Hola,
Made it to Patagonia after a tidy 25 hours travelling. My mild fear of flying wasn't helped by the hangover I started off with on Friday morning, nor the horrid turbulence we had to endure half way over the Atlantic. This place Trelew is rather non-descript but it was as handy as anywhere to meet Claire and it's a great opportunity to see the whales which feed here during the winter.
On Saturday I had a 7-hour wait for a flight at the regional airport in Buenos Aires. Bored out of my tree, I decided to go for a stroll along the promenade close to the airport. I was surprised to see so many locals fishing in the rather murky water so I got out my camera and asked one of them if I could take his photo. He was rather pleased at this and in return gestured if I would like to try my hand at the fishing. Looking round, there didn't appear to be an abundance of fish being caught today but whether through divine intervention or, more likely, complete luck I was almost tugged off the pier on only my second cast. After a few minutes toiling with the line, and with the help of my new friend, I managed to land a decent-sized carp to the bewilderment of all and sundry around me. Despite the insistence of my fellow fishermen, I couldn't take my prize with me. Somehow I'm not sure the Aerleonas Argentinas customs officials would have my fishy story ...
PMc
Published by Colm.
Made it to Patagonia after a tidy 25 hours travelling. My mild fear of flying wasn't helped by the hangover I started off with on Friday morning, nor the horrid turbulence we had to endure half way over the Atlantic. This place Trelew is rather non-descript but it was as handy as anywhere to meet Claire and it's a great opportunity to see the whales which feed here during the winter.
On Saturday I had a 7-hour wait for a flight at the regional airport in Buenos Aires. Bored out of my tree, I decided to go for a stroll along the promenade close to the airport. I was surprised to see so many locals fishing in the rather murky water so I got out my camera and asked one of them if I could take his photo. He was rather pleased at this and in return gestured if I would like to try my hand at the fishing. Looking round, there didn't appear to be an abundance of fish being caught today but whether through divine intervention or, more likely, complete luck I was almost tugged off the pier on only my second cast. After a few minutes toiling with the line, and with the help of my new friend, I managed to land a decent-sized carp to the bewilderment of all and sundry around me. Despite the insistence of my fellow fishermen, I couldn't take my prize with me. Somehow I'm not sure the Aerleonas Argentinas customs officials would have my fishy story ...
PMc
Published by Colm.
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