Wow, so here I am. I am 60 Nm East from the most shark - populated gulf of the South Pacific. Palmyra Island, most horrific island I've ever heard of. They say the water is black in color because of the immense density of bloodthirsty monsters, on its shore, the Coconut Crab,50 cm (16-18 inches) wide with its pincers which maybe tasty on a plate but you would never like to meet them in different circumstances. Moreover, on Palmyra Island and right above it thousands of birds make landing impossible and even could crash the aircraft... and so many incredible stories and mysteries are hidden inside it... (I recommend you read a book "And the sea will tell" written by Vincent Bugliosi, Bruce Henderson)... but well, anyway I am here. Since there is a shark there must be fish, right? In the middle of the ocean, beautiful weather, clouds like in The Simpsons cartoon, I got tired of eating instant Chinese noodle soups though it seems there is no other solution but to throw a fishing-rod or rather a rope with a hook and the tiny, plastic made, pink octopus or something like it attached to it. My Dear God, how come I became a fisherman, in my old years! This pink thing is being drawn along.. good thing it's not slowing me down because that's the only thing now I could not stand! It looks like just a bird flying above us is interested in my lure, nothing else so Im shouting at the bird on and on making it aware of the fact that the lure it's just a hook not fish's guts but the bird just keeps flying around, on and on.

Time for reflection

Have I ever caught anything by myself in my entire life? Hmmm, on deliveries there was always someone waiting with a big knife, ready to fight next to me... I'm terrified what would I do if I catch fish indeed? So I look upon my fishing - rod behind my stern and with some relief I still can see my pinky friend pulled along. But could this thing making me go slower, couldn't it?

So, I will prepare ceviche - just that way prepared crude fish I will eat today: tasty, delicious, exquisite - fish! Fish, when it's caught it will simply die on its own (the rest I said to myself in my thoughts because a Captain should never say silly things... but the entire crew agreeably would reply: yeaaah and it will trim itself as well !) I've got a sharp knife. I'll fight. Then, I will slice onion and poor lemon juice abundantly - I'ne got a bag full of lemon fruits from one's garden on my departure day. Garden cultivated, home made fresh squeezed juice will burn the raw meat within an hour the food should be ready to serve - well, at least I said so. You should be aware I am as good cook as I am an angler!

One hour later:

The pink thing still behind my stern, and where is a fish???

p.s. it would be a disaster if I had caught a gold fish - no much to be eaten and my wish has already come true - I am sailing alone, right? I'm sailing and sailing, listening to a music, enjoying nice breath of wind, out site steady wake and... a pink thing.

Four hours later:

End of fishing.

You know, luckily I do like Chinese noodle soups and being completely honest with you they are Japanese. Yes, really! On the cover it's written that in order to use chop sticks you use about 30 different joints (chords, bonds?) and 50 different muscles. Thus, using chop sticks allows us practice a self-control and ability of concentration. I eat with chop stick. I like it.