(Coral Hook, NW Makemo, Tuamotus, French Polynesia)
Today we caught a shark and no, we did not make fin soup.
Gregory was messing about with a fishing line and octopus bits, like he so often does now, when a blacktip reef shark came stalking in. Usually sharks are too smart to bite at any fishing hook, but this particularly guy must have descended from a more simple-minded family tree.
Catching the shark proved to be the easy part, it was letting the shark go that was the tricky bit. Immobilizing the wreathing tube of muscle long enough to dislodged the hook from its upper jaw was a difficult maneuver. All of which was carried out by Gregory’s two hands and one foot. I was not sticking my beloved digits anywhere near those retracting, tooth-lined jowls.
To capitalize on our private white sand beach we had a bonfire supper with Wairua tonight. With Andy and Megan there’s always delicious popcorn, we both brought our fresh caught fish, and we even managed two salads with our meagre vegetable supplies.
Finally, because Megan is always one-upping herself with the cool things she pulls out of her boat, we set Chinese lanterns off floating brilliantly into the night sky. With a light breeze blowing across the lagoon the lanterns soared away to impossible heights before their glowing light disappeared into the black. This was my first lantern experience, but by no means will it be my last. As soon as I’m able to purchase some I’ll have a huge stack to rival Gregory’s fishing gear.