It's just a boat ride till you catch a fish

Last night we were walking on the sea wall looking at the boats moored in the harbour. When we got to the fisherman's wharf a gentleman asked us if we wanted to go fishing. He introduced himself as captain Tello. He had all the qualities you would look for in a fishing guide. He had a gruff demeanor, sun weathered skin and a faint smell of fish about him. We had all our gear in the water before the sun came up this morning, bait skipping along behind the boat. By late morning we hadn't had a single bite and tension was growing on the Macerela. We wanted a fish and Captain Tello and his mate had a reputation to maintain. Shortly after we turned back toward Manzanillo the tip of one of our rods gave a sudden twitch. We pulled in a 20Lbs Mahi Mahi. It ended up being our only catch but the mood changed and we broke out the cerveza's. When we got back to the wharf Tello told us the restaurant at our hotel would cook our pescado for us and sent us away with an entire fillet. Turns out the restaurant is closed Sundays, but the seniorita at the front desk gave us a cooler, so we'll be having fresh fish for breakfast.




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