03 Dec
- 2006 -
Again we can get up when we want to, do what we want to, not having to run anywhere and trying to get somewhere at time. Now we are hanging around the island, swimming in the ocean, getting to know the place and its inhabitants and going for underwater fish hunting.
This last thing looks quite unusual to us: there is a simple boat equipped with some kind of prehistoric compressor that breaks up every once in a while and has to be fixed so plastic hoses don’t run out of oxygen when under water. Oh, and else there are antiquary harpoons two meters big, equipped with the gums! Right behind the reefs where the sea is much calmer, two aborigines teach us how to hunt. The most difficult part of it all is to keep the balance since there is nothing to hold on to, and, even worse, you have to also carry this heavy harpoon around while you are trying to find some fish around. We are not too successful in it; however, one of our teachers is showing us a class: so we have two huge fishes within an hour. One of these is three kilos heavy tiger shark that has bent the metal arrow in a ring while fighting for its life. In the evening we make fire on the ocean shore and invite our teachers with their families for tigerfish feast. Aborigines turn out to be great singers, too! So, this is the fantastic night, with weird music and singing by the ocean shore by the fire.