(with) in The Fish
July 30th, 2007
Did you know crabs climb trees? Well at least in La Pesca (The Fish) they do. Blue and always with different sized claws on each side, they come out mostly at night on La Pesca’s famous beach, and depending on their age and wisdom either quickly run away sideways or take a “hande-hoch” battle stance. Sadly, the beach road is covered with their flattened bodies; many cannot escape the big, fast, wheels of the visitors who, if the crab is of sufficient size, spare its life only to sever its bigger claw. That’s where the meat is.
We camped here for two nights. Sergey opened up his tent so we had the whole Kombi (GreenGo) to ourselves. It’s extremely hot here, but the water is very cool and the waves drop on you more like a good massage rather then a ton of bricks. We skinny-dipped at night, and, considering the name of this place, couldn’t pass up fishing at least for one of our meals. I don’t get too excited about standing on a rock with a stick, trying to pierce the face of a fish whose only crime was a desire for a shrimp cocktail, so I baked in the sun and read Blink by Malcolm Gladwell which I shamelessly stole from Sergey, while the guys fished.
Uh! And the oysters! How could I forget about the oysters… $2.5 for fourteen fresh, big ones, in their own shells. Yam!
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