k a short tour through one of the fishing villages. It was around 9am, and most of the days business was finished. We got there in time for the tail end, which included a very strong odor as the temperature was steadily rising.One of the more curious sights was the giant wicker baskets used to shuttle people and goods through the small breakers at the shore. With no prefered orientation the baskets are ideal for handling the small waves with little concern for being turned sideways. One wooden paddle is lashed to the side of the craft and it is propelled with a skulling motion. Slow but steady.
All along the beach were women and children picking up any by-catch that was worth keeping. One woman found an eel, and was brutally killing the thing as we watched in mild horror.
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