Winding our way through the labyrinth of mangroves we stopped at a spot with not obviously different than any other. Bryan declared this to be "the spot", he had been shown the location by another fisherman. Soon we were pulling in pretty good sized snapper. After an hour we had enough for dinner for the three guys staying at the marina and headed back. I walked into town and bought some potatoes. Phil smiled when he saw that dinner had been caught and went about his usual, deep frying.
With everything packed and ready to go, I set my alarm for 6:00 in the morning allowing plenty of time to get to town for the 7:15 express bus. I read a couple of more chapters in my book, rolled over and went to sleep.
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