Fishing in Varvara
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Today we went on a trip that I had been excited about for a long time, and eager to experience. I have been dying to go on a boat in the Black Sea, as my grandfather was a fisherman and had a boat himself when I was little, however he died before I could really experience going out with him and actually be able to remember it. So I was really looking forward to this day as it was a way of me connecting with my grandfather through something he really loved to do.
We reached Curleys house and we werent sure if we were going to go out as the weather wasnt great and we werent sure if they would let me on the boat, as Im a woman, and its a superstition that a woman brings bad luck on a fishing boat. However, Curly was just as excited about it as I was and got his mates to start prepping the boat and gear.
At first I was just with a simple long sleave shirt, though I did take my red sweater, I didnt expect to have to wear it. However, about five minutes after we left the marina the chilly sea wind hit me and I realized that even with my speater on it was too cold, so I borrowed one of Curlys seaman sweaters that his wife knitted.
After about a half hour to an hour we stopped and they started to drop the long net which took about 45 minutes to do. At that point I was starting to feel soft rolling waves. Mind you, I worked on a boat for 4 years, though I did get seasick sometimes, it was very seldome. I started doing all the little things I learned while working on the boat to keep myself from getting sick.
Finally after a quick dinner, we got up and they started reeling in the net. There was such rhythm in what they did. One guy was reeling in the net, hand over hand, and putting it carefully to the side. While the other was arranging the rings in special notches on the boat. Then one by one the fish started coming up. They untangled them and threw them at our feet.
The captain Curly went and picked up a fish from the floor and handed it to me.
After pulling in the whole net we started to head back. The waves had picked up since we left, and as we moved along and picked up speed the water splashed over the bow of the boat and hit my face. Though I was freezing, it was such a refreshing and nice feeling. Pulling into the harbor, even though I didnt really do anything, I felt pretty good about myself as I really wasnt such bad luck.
We were the last boat to come in, and everyone was already counting their fish.
Some small talk later we grabbed up our catch and headed back to Fazanovo.
The great thing is, this fish has a very special way of preparing. What they do is clean the fish, and cut up in slices (like bread), and lay it out and cover it with a thick layer of slat and oil. Leavin the fish to lay out all day, they then wash it from the salt, and jar it in oil. You can keep the fish like this forever, and you eat it raw, just take it out of the jar and put it in a plate and serve with a nice alchoholic beverage...either beer, rakia, or vodka...yuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!