I wanted to go fishing,so I hired the local fisherman from Bloody Bay...Forgot his name...He was like 60 years old but had a physique of a man 30 years old from fishing the sea....I asked him how long has he been a fisherman????

He said four motors,after this one dies I retire...He measured his life by the motors he burnt out.We fish with 2 old poles and handlines....He tells me to PULL the line PULL the line I see nothing but pull in the line....I have a nice Alabacore tuna and fish like they did 100 years ago,the waves are splashing into my face,Im drinking Red Stripe at 7am and the salty sea goes into my mouth......He drops me off,I give him one fish and take the other and walk down the beach with my catch like Im Hemmingway.....

I drop off the fish to the chef at Riu Trop and come back for lunch and while the others are fighting at the buffet table I walk up to the chef(tip him) and walk back with my catch as they all look and say"where did he get that"???????