In my early morning walk I went to the
beach to watch the fish come in. There were 50 fishing boats all
landing at the same time and emptying their nets of fish. The fish
were only 10 inches long and three people would unroll the nets and
shake the fish onto a mat on the sand. It seemed everyone from the
village was there to help drag the boats up the beach, and then buy
the fish. At the same times hundreds of dogs hung around and
thousands of bird were looking for their share. It was loud and
crowded.
Fishermen |
Fish in the nets |
We have left the seaside and we
climbed into the hills to Ella. At 1040 feet it was a hill station
for the English during the hot summer months. We are here to look at
the tea plantations and hike in the countryside. At this time of the
year it rains every afternoon. Today was no exception. We sat on
the balcony and watched the building across the street disappear in
the mists. Tomorrow we start the day with a hike.
1 comment:
Nice pics Dad. Great falls and colour of fishing boats. Go Mom re: the hiking!
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