The Fishing Trip

Well where are we, I have finally come out of the daze of alcohol to make another post. This one is about the best day of the trip to date.

It actually started the day/night before when we all decided to have a quiet night before heading out for a big fishing trip with Merve, where we were intending to scare the absolute crap out of all the bill fish in Barbados. Lots of talk anyway. Merve had organised a 7am briefing so we could hit the ground running and everyone was prepared. Also to set the scene you need to know that Droopy is a mad keen fisherman, so keen in fact that he purchased a rod, reel, line and lure here in Barbados for the sole intention of fishing off the back of the cruise ship. Whether he actually succeeded in this legend status feat has yet to be substantiated. So here we are set and relaxed so we head off to the cricket in Grenada the day before and the boys were so relaxed they actually slept at the cricket (see photo). Unfortunately it went down hill after lunch, so down hill that chucky re-invigorated his name by drinking 8 rum punches in an hour and then rocking up for the local happy hour for some more. So it was an early morning with many seedy faces that headed out to face the large confused swells of Barbados. I think myself and Bourny were the only ones not extruding rum out our pours.

As you can imagine it wasn’t long before some boys turned very green and we were burlying up with avengence. Well I don’t think that I have laughed so much in years. But the funnies part was Droopy, how after telling the man “We are all fishermen Here” when he was trying to explain how the system worked he then proceeded to loose his entire stomach over the back of the boat. But it gets better because he then jumped on the first hit we got, grabed the rod, forgot to strike, lost his footing, let the rod tip drop and it was all over and he had a new nick name “Bust off Barry”. So he dropped his head in shame and went and slept in the cabin with Paul and Merve, who were feeling equally sick.

Anyway it was a great trip for those of us who weren’t sick, we caught 2 fish (Sledge got a barracouta and I got a Wahoo) and we kicked back in the beautiful weather drinking beers and having a wow of a time. Myself and Reidy amused ourselves, when we weren’t catching fish, by telling vomit stories to Sledge to try and get him to spew as well. He was very green and nearly went a couple of times, but he lasted our tag team onslaught.

So after the fishing trip from Hell (good hell for us that were not sick and bad hell for those who paid $60US to spew there ring out or lay down in the cabin for the trip). There was only myself, Reidy and Bourny left to kick on, so it was off to the beach from an absolutely awesome afternoon of Beer, Spicy Margaritas, sun, sand, surf and lobster with a local Jazz band playing in the background. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven.

Well that’s it for this post, don’t forget to check out the photo album, there was a small incident with it and all the photos got their order muddled, that’s what happens when you do a blog while drinking Gin and Tonic (And yes Jo it was Tanqueray). Anyway I have given each photo a caption so you can understand what is happening.

Cheers – Shaz