Journal of the sixteenth day on board

18th May, 1999

12:44 p.m. We are watching one of the spectacles which has been performed for centuries between man and the sea: it’s about Fishing with a capital F, the one done by hand, the one that requires sweat and tears and that is practised with nets hauled by the hands of fishermen - miners of the sea who extract the most valuable treasures.
Everybody has completely forgotten the images of a boat full of silvery and brilliant fish darting everywhere and trying desperately to go back into the sea and the strong hands of the men grabbing their tails and filling the boxes.
We take the opportunity to buy fish offshore.

4:00p.m. We have been chumming for the last two hours, the spot seems to be good: a canyon submerged on a muddy bank. Deep gorges which lead the fish toward the summit as if on a highway. We are going to spend some days here.