Landlord Mike offered to take me to the daily fish market at Casares, a neighboring town just down the coast, so early this morning I unpacked my super cute Walmart insulated tote and put in a frozen cooler pac, and we drove over to see what what was on offer.
The fishermen go out in their pangas and fish all night, and sell the catch in the morning. Last night, I noticed the faint light from a boat lantern out on the water. Fishing in the dark must be eerie, I supposed; when you hook something on your long line, you can reel and reel and not know what will appear until it is hauled up into the dim light of the boat. Not to mention the swells and heat lightning. One must feel very vulnerable in a panga, which is basically a large keeled rowboat, so far from land.
Today, there were mackerel, black tuna, sting ray, pompano, sardines, and dorado (mahi mahi). I bought a small tuna, which has deep red flesh and is not to Mike's liking. It was very cheap, too, so maybe he knows something I will discover when I try it myself. And I got a dorado from which I will get ten meals, for about $20. Then we drove a few blocks to find Ramon, filleter non pareil, who charged me about a buck to carve up my purchases. Of course, I neglected to take my phone, so pictures will have to wait until my next foray.
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