Fishing

We woke up yesterday morning, Bryan smoked cigarettes and posted on Facebook for hours. Finally we headed out to town bought some groceries and walked back. It was pretty damn hot for being only 9:30 in the morning. I read while he facebooked until late in the afternoon.

After six pulls the engine still would not start. An investigation revealed that the new fuel line was shedding a silicone liner, clogging the primer bulb. This may well have been the cause of problem a couple of days prior.

We trolled for snook, without success, the center carb was leaking at any speed lower than a fast cruise. I suspect the seal on the float was inadequate, the carbs have never been rebuilt, just taken apart and reassembled, the gaskets and seals are not available down here. At the end of the mangroves within site of Placencia we attempted a little snapper fishing with shrimp, I caught one, less than eight inches. We headed back to the house and Bryan put on jeans to fight off the sand fleas, I grabbed a book and we headed out again. Within a minute he caught a tuba but failed to catch another keeper in the next half hour. Disgusted, he drove us back to the marina with no food for dinner.

After a couple of hours we walked into town, grabbed a couple of chicken chow meins and water, I shouted the order over the counter 5 times before the idiot behind the cash register could hear me. Bryan and I were the only two paying customers in the place, the guy might have turned the stereo down enough that a conversation could be had but that was contrary to the spirit of Independence. We saw Philip driving by, I threw the cashier a twenty, we hopped in his truck, came back to the marina and retired to the house and air conditioning.