Fishing for my Supper

Today I decided I had done quite enough walking, day trips, museums and temples. I just wanted time to reflect and relax. I got up late and headed to the beach for my forst fishing lesson. Something very strange happened... I was not expecting it ...

I could see this was a very male sport, I was the only girl (but, brilliant at doing all those complicated knots with my smaller hands!) BUT I loved it... What was only meant to be one hour became two and if the instructor had not told me to pack up, I'm sure I could have been there all afternoon!

I got a few bites but not enough to pull the line in and show everyone my prize fish.... these fish were smart ... I could see many of them through the clear waters and yet they did not seem tempted by the tasty squid I was offering them on the end of my line. I knew then, I would surely starve if this fishing expedition was dinner.

I then went for a swim and had my first afternoon sleep... Wonderful!

I am now 30 pages away from a book my brother suggested 'Being Dead' by Jum Crace. It is a beautiful book and so well written. It was also strange because the two victims in the text are interested in the sea plants and wildlife. This was the setting for much of my reading and I was equally captivated by the sea plants and creatures. It is strange to read a text that reflects your surrounds or emotional state... it draws you in closer..perhaps that's why I am savouring the last 30 pages for the train journey back to Brisbane.