Fishing in the Rain

It is Sunday evening and me and Tori decided to grab our fishing rods and head out fishing. Outside the port a man grabbed hold of my arm and refused to let go. It was quite an awkward situation and so we decided that taking a taxi would be a good way to get rid of our unwanted follower. We quickly found a kind taxi-driver, jumped in and slammed the door shut in the face of our persistant friend and took off toward the pier. When we arrived at our destination the taxi driver asked us what we were up to, and when we said we were going fishing he told us we had chosen a bad spot as there were too many bad boys around that area. So he took us to a safer pier for free and told us to call the police if we got any more trouble. He took off and when we looked around we found ourselves surrounded by fishermen returning from a day at sea. We set our rods up and began dreaming of swordfish and hammerheads whilst the fishermen unloaded their small fishingboats. It was a beautiful evening, but what started off as a lovely sunset soon turned into dark clouds. It wasn't long until the rain came; it came suddenly and it came heavily! There was nothing we could do, there wasn't even time to put on a poncho, and so we decided to embrace the rain - and we enjoyed it thoroughly! After some time when we could no longer see any dry patches on our clothes and we couldn't make out the float in the water unless lit up by lightning, we decided to head back. It was a lovely walk back to the ship; through big puddles with cozy lit up shacks along the roadside, people socialising with friends and neighbours under canopies, lots of small tv's showing football games. When we finally got home, oh how lovely that cup of tea tasted. It was a great evening, but next time we'll try and catch some fish...

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