I finally left tortuga digital with a clean slate and having saved my ticket home and a wad of greenbacks which dont convert too well to the pound! oh well, time to strart spunking some of it up the wall for want of a better term.
So have been going out till a bit later, playing darts down at fubar and dj'd a saturday night during the fishing competiton. Wow I complettely forgot about that event!
Fishing Tournament and my very own dj night
There is
an annual fishing tournament held in roatan and the catch get brought
in and weighed on the coconut tree dock area so right in front of the
dive shop if you like. The first bit of excitement was the day before
when bottom time (coconuttree dive boat) was kicked off the dock to make way for big sport
fishing boats galore.
There was the usual construction of temporary
shelters to provide shade for those cooking and serving drinks during
the festival which was to be bigger on saturday. We were friday by the
way and i was just getting back from a run. I had been out thursday and
had a latish one and was no doubt dehydrated. I decided what i needed was
to go for a run and do the west end to west bay circuit once by the
beach and returning via the hilly road. I used todo this run every
weekend and had not done so this trip. It was the heat which nearly
got me in trouble, although at any time i could have got a passing cab.
I had to stop in shade several times and was helped by a breeze on a
particular lookup point. At this time there was a car full of san pedro
sulans who wanted me to take a phot of them, sure no problem. Then they wanted me in the pictue, i will never know why, but they were fun loving people and I liked that. The worst was over but the hills were ever present to the last kilometer. The initial climb out of west bay was a killer. So I got back to west end eventually and saw all of the fishing competition constructions. And there were more people around than normal. But the boats had gone out and the real action of the catching was always going to be missed. I continued home to rest up and rehydrate.
When a marlin was caught it was to be brought in for weighing. I had tested the scales myself and had come out at 200 lbs! I was 180 last time i think.
I was excited to see a marlin even a dead one. Im not sure how I feel about the killing of such magnificent beasts -no i dislke it. When I saw the first in the botom of the boat I was impressed by the colour of its eyes, a beautiful saphire blue. This process was repeated as each boat made a catch. It was to be continued the following day as well, this meant a lot of beautiful dead marlin. It got a bit saddening at a certain level. But the Hondurans loved every minute of it. They have im sure no compasion for the creatures of the sea. They were loaded in the back of a truck and taken away, for the hanging up of them in the final ceremony.
That evening slippy aka ilias was dj'ing at fubar and that was a good night. There were no baloons of nitrus oxide which the people seem to need to get going.? enjoyed the music and looked forward to the day ahead.
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