Whimsical thread about the place that was off the norm for your regular fishing.
I'll start lol
Watamu Kenya 1989. At that time it was the only place where the grand slam of billfish were caught on the same boat and same day.
I took a locals bus from Mombasa, was the only person on it that was a foreigner, so everyone was staring at me, but in a friendly way. Someone even offered to share their bananas.
We had to unload at a river crossing, and wooden barges pulled by ropes with human pull power got the bus across first then us passengers second. When we reached Watamu 2 hours later, I hopped in a local taxi. It was the back of a delivery truck, no light or communication until it stopped and the driver pointed to a dirt road. Walked for a half mile with a duffel bag until I saw the sign for Hemingways. It was just finished being built by a British Hotelier as a tribute to Ernest, as he used to go there too and fish for Marlin.
I was given a "local" room rate (much cheaper that non resident rates), and stayed in a simple thatched bungalow.
The boat charters were all spoken for (there was no internet bookings back in the day). Lucky for me, 3 kind tobacco farmers from Zimbabwe let me go out with them. They kept saying TAB (That's Africa Baby) all day long, a prelude to the movie Blood Diamond "This is Africa" line.
We caught 4 really nice sailfish, now I would say enormous in size.
You can tell this photo is authentic, as I am sporting calf high white socks n white sneaks, oh yeah and a wrist watch which I haven't worn for 20+ years.
Hemingways is still doing its thing, all the trophy fish are now catch n release.
Please tell your tale!~
I'll start lol
Watamu Kenya 1989. At that time it was the only place where the grand slam of billfish were caught on the same boat and same day.
I took a locals bus from Mombasa, was the only person on it that was a foreigner, so everyone was staring at me, but in a friendly way. Someone even offered to share their bananas.
We had to unload at a river crossing, and wooden barges pulled by ropes with human pull power got the bus across first then us passengers second. When we reached Watamu 2 hours later, I hopped in a local taxi. It was the back of a delivery truck, no light or communication until it stopped and the driver pointed to a dirt road. Walked for a half mile with a duffel bag until I saw the sign for Hemingways. It was just finished being built by a British Hotelier as a tribute to Ernest, as he used to go there too and fish for Marlin.
I was given a "local" room rate (much cheaper that non resident rates), and stayed in a simple thatched bungalow.
The boat charters were all spoken for (there was no internet bookings back in the day). Lucky for me, 3 kind tobacco farmers from Zimbabwe let me go out with them. They kept saying TAB (That's Africa Baby) all day long, a prelude to the movie Blood Diamond "This is Africa" line.
We caught 4 really nice sailfish, now I would say enormous in size.
You can tell this photo is authentic, as I am sporting calf high white socks n white sneaks, oh yeah and a wrist watch which I haven't worn for 20+ years.
Hemingways is still doing its thing, all the trophy fish are now catch n release.
Please tell your tale!~
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