In the sea with whalers

- You, too, want to go to the sea, Daniel? - he asked me once Ignasias when I look at the beach accompanied whalers. Their boats disappeared over the horizon, where the sun was setting, and the return they had only just before dawn with a catch or not.

Of course, I would. Just did not want to just go out into the sea and see the fishermen at work. Without it, I was not able to finish a report, for the sake of which come to Lamaleru.

- If you decide to Daniel, we will go on, "Cannibals" - continued Ignasias, pulling out a bag of tobacco. he preferred to cigarettes cigarettes.

The old man kept forgetting my name, and I correct it did not, because had lost all hope that he will remember my name really is. So I just asked him when he would take me with him. We agreed on the following day.

- Buy crackers and water - asked Ignasias, when the time came.

I ran to the shop and took all the things that he said, do not forget to polbloka cigarettes. If Ignasias accustomed to tobacco, the youth certainly they disdain.

When the beach dropped shadow, and accumulated clouds, we picked up the boat and carried it to the sea in the sky. Crashing on shore the waves tickling the feet cool and the air was saturated with salt. Fishermen, meanwhile, remained silent, waiting for the moment, and I'm worried about my camera (it was in a backpack behind the back), which could leave just a second later, and if unsuccessful jump onto the boat. But nothing happened, and now I'm already hard waving ... no, paddle and scoop, scooping water from the bottom of the boat, which made its way through the numerous cracks. As soon as I changed, I took out my camera. Now I could see the whalers beach from a different angle.

The fishermen rowing their boats.

Because we moved the boat into a boat with a motor, and raced along the waves parallel to the setting sun. In addition to the night I went to catch another three blockhead, who were between 18 and 34.

... Ignasias himself and his son Willie (27).

Lembata island beach at sunset.

As soon as the sun touched the horizon, the sea was pretty cool, and fishermen began to be warmed. I took a sweater and pants, but as long as we were flying spray from the waves, decided not to get warm clothing, not to wet it.

Since Ignasias into the sea no longer walks (only this time he made an exception for me), the "Cannibal" usually consists of four members: three blockheads and Willie, who was clearly the leader among them. In the photo he is holding in the hands of the beacon, which is attached to one end of the network.

When the island was far away, the sea is calm and Ignasias finally chose the site, we cut the engine and Willie began to drop in the water network. Light needed to night, it was clear where the other end of the 400-meter network. This network link 4 pieces of 100 meters each.

While Willie fiddling with the network, and Mikel Ignasias rowing oars, thereby preventing the network immediately confused.

Then the work was finished, and now we have to wait. Ignasias hermit remained at the bow of the boat, while the rest lay down on the boards, which are laid perpendicular to the sides. To light the night sky almost full moon and could be heard as the water caresses the bottom. Then I suddenly realized that I was swayed. It should say that my life is not seasick in the sea! Never ever. Even when I was traveling on "Rumayro". So I have not been with any tablets in case of seasickness, no experience how to deal with it. I just lay back, trying not to move, and stared at the starry sky. Then it became easier. One of the blockheads at that time opened a can of TUAC. Why do I have dubbed these three blockheads, I do not know. Probably because they did awkwardly and looked more like a comic character, than mothers whalers. Only Willie makes me respect from their company.

Braga was poured into a container that resembled a coconut (though maybe it was dried coconut, just too small), and passed around the circle. I also had to "drink from the cup," several times, so as not to offend my neighbors on the boat. This I soon regretted, for stomach twisted so that Mama Do not Cry! And going to the toilet "by and large" from a boat that swings like a roly-poly toy, is not very convenient, I tell you. This trick had to be repeated many times during the night.

Two hours later, we got out of the water network, which was empty, and abandoned her again. We waited.

Another three hours later, we got it again, but this time it was not only empty, but in general, all messed up. Ignasias swore and complained for.

When the network is unraveled and scored for the third time, all went to bed. Then at night, I do not remember at what time we woke up and repeated the procedure. Then fell asleep, forgetting about everything.

An alarm clock, we served dawn.

The fishermen immediately began to pull the network.

But one look at the network was enough to see what it's all messed up.

Fishing at this time certainly has not worked!

Our catch was the only tuna. And then a little.

Then we launched the boat and headed for Lamaleru.

Fishermen certainly were not in the best frame of mind.

You bet! Spend the night at sea and return home with nothing.

In addition the fuel burned in vain.

On the banks of the church seemed Lamalery.

Beach whalers.

First of all, the fishermen were going to haul it ashore.

Ignasias armed with a long pole trying to keep the boat against the waves ...

... while wearing blockheads network.

On the Beach, meanwhile, has returned the remaining fishermen. And they returned to the normal catch. Some we were without a catch, and even the most recent.