Fish

During the trip from the Galapagos to the Marquesas we did at last start to catch some fish. It seems that the problem with attracting and therefore catching fish was the trailing log, which we had been towing, to give us a read on our distance travelled. Once we pulled that in, we caught a fair few fish of a good size, mostly tuna, I think. My impression was that we cut a pair of fillets from each fish, and then threw the rest back – I recall thinking this to be extremely wasteful, but Val’s letter (you will read this later) suggests that we were to become far more inventive.

More pervasively, the taste of the journey was the underlying tang of diesel, which seemed to work its way into just about everything, not just straight drinking water, but tea, coffee, potatoes…