Early in the morning, we arrived at the place where fishermen catch fish and where the ocean either throws itself at sharp rocks or shuffles sand together with bits of seashells and smoothed stone. The place, “Nagbo-alao” in the local tongue, is where fishermen (of few words) sell their catch in a small, unadorned open market. Some of the fish are small, some big, some strikingly beautiful to behold. As good fortune would have it, two small lobsters, a variety of beautiful school-fish, and a mahi-mahi (dolphinfish) of about 15 pounds had been brought early to the market.
We
came to the market by way of a rented tricycle with the express idea of picking
up some fish and swimming in the ocean before taking the fish back home again.
We accomplished all of this, and I even managed to collect a few seashells and
fill my sandals with sand. Desiree bought the mahi-mahi, the two lobsters, a
few squid, and several pretty fish. All of this was purchased for less than
what we would pay for a modest cut of salmon at our local Costco.
For
our return trip home, our tricycle driver tied the big fish to the back of our
machine, and we rattled away a bit damper and sandier than when we arrived. I
have posted a few images from our trip.
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—Mitchell Hegman
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