Today was one of those Sundays. Hot, deathly still, the rest of the country even more comatose than usual, recovering from last night’s Carnival revelry. It took even me, the non-sleeper, the better part of the day to rouse myself and drive out to Chaguaramas with my camera and a book.
I’m glad I did; because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have seen the fishing boy.
(Cross posted at Caribbean Free Photo).
Doesn’t look as if he caught anything…did he?
You see — this is the problem with this country. You see a child engaging in some good, clean fun which for him may also have amounted to a deep aesthetic experience not to mention a character-building exercise, and all you want to know is if he caught anything. Clearly you yourself have never fished.
Just kidding, Jonty! Great to see one of my favourite commenters back in the game.
Did you have a bush bath while you were there Georgia? Been meaning to get one myself.
What me, touch the polluted waters of Williams Bay????
At least he have a rod …
I remember when it was bottles with nylon wrapped aroun demm…
Good to see the fish is still edible..