Not for breakfast so far, but all the other meals are fish, fish, fish. Fishes are coming out of me ears soon. The worst is, Tobi can’t stop fishing. Even now, with MaRe not moving at all, he works on the preparation to do jigging. He, unfortunately saw that I have a lure for jigging. With another, big fish – whatever one it is – he threaded to throw vegetables out of the fridge for his fish, fish, fish.

And now comes the point. I like to eat fish, fish, fish meals he makes. So far, from the currently several kilograms of the last mahi-mahi on board, not one dish was the same, but all were very delicious. I am looking forward the next fish, fish, fish dish he creates and hope he catches enough to still have some while in Tarawa at anchor.