With my blades gone (all I really need is scissors anyway!), I was actually feeling quite positive. They didn't take any of my serious weapons from me - I still had my Isome stash, and a selection of small jig heads, so I felt that the first hurdle of the trip had been leapt over successfully...
With the exception of the super cool fish species in the Med, I really don't see what the attraction is!
And on this one I pretty much landed balls first!
My third arm had been lost. Yes, they'd gone and "misplaced" my fishing rod and I was going to have to wait for a few days until they found it and delivered it to my hotel.
After several tortuous trips to the beach without a rod.
With countless potential new species pulling faces at me...
my fishing rod finally arrived, but as you can see it arrived as a three piece rod and not the two piece one that I'd sent off...
It wasn't the most practical set-up, and certainly not in the most practical place, as everywhere was coated in a thick layer of sweaty tourists like myself and it was hard to find a spot where you wouldn't be in anyone's way. But eventually I managed to find a quiet rocky outcrop, with just a few other anglers on it, and get a split shot rig in the water.
Thanks for reading,