We gave our guide some fish. Then I took some fish over to our friends at the hostel. They were happy to trade the fish for beer. I was happy to trade the fish for beer. Win-win, I reckon. With this trade, I’d finally accomplished a pretty massive achievement onboard – trading fish (which I usually have plenty of) for beer (which I’m usually out of).
Back onboard I whipped up some ceviche, which Puffer Dan quickly began shoveling into his mouth. Lauren made an angelfood cake, with whipped cream frosting, topped with fresh strawberries. I could lie to you and tell you we weren’t eating like Kings and a Queen – but that would be a lie. The above pic shows how bad loading Dan’s speargun was wrecking his stomach…
That night we went back to the hostel and had a couple of drinks, then came back to NOMAD – where Lauren crashed and Dan and I sat up talking and solving the world’s problems, while we attempted to find the bottom of a bottle of Colombian rum.
But we didn’t get too crazy.
Tomorrow we had another spearfishing date with our guy Payllo, but this time an hour earlier. And it was open season on any edible fish – the hostel wanted as much fish as we could give them. And I was bringing my flashers and Dan was bringing his floatline.
We would be ready in case some of the larger underwater species made an appearance.