
The Thai sure LOVES Cherry a lot!
Over the long weekend, 9 of us took a flight (as early as 6.30am) to Bangkok (yeah..we were that desperate!). It is my 4th time in Bangkok since 2003 and I am still in love with Bangkok. My usual activities were always eating (x2), spa and shopping.
This time was slightly different.
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WE FISHED!
And it was not just an ordinary fishing…we fished giants!!

We headed to Bungsamran fishing village after we touched down.

I did have some reservation about fishing because my idea of fishing was just sit-and-wait kind of activity (it still is). So I brought some books to read.
While Daniel went to sort out our rods, I went around looking at some “hall of fame” photos on the wall..at least to get an idea what we were expecting…
And I saw THIS!!!

I was excited and worried at the same time – “You mean we have to jump into the water to fight the fish??!?!!!”
Since we were to fish for almost 6 hours, we booked a “chalet” for our comfort.
Our “chalet”..introduced by miss nilnaw.

Well, at least that was what the guide bluffed us.. -_-
And THIS, was the “chalet”. TA-DA!
The entrance to the chalet

It has a long corridor, 2 wooden beds, a TV, a fridge and a few fans. 

Of course, it comes with a private toilet and shower too, right above the water. Mmmm…

(You can see from my outfit that I was totally unprepared to fish)
One of the many types of chalet available there

The fish bait – some sort of soy-blended product which used to feed the chicken. It was compressed into a huge ball before casting.

The first 2 hours were pretty boring. The fish came and go. My first fish swam so fast that it snapped my string. (also because of my poor fishing skill) We didn’t get to see the size of the fish and totally underestimated its strength. The last time I fished years ago, the size was the ordinary size which we served for dinner. -_-
I was more prepared the second time. The fishing guide, John taught me a “system” to fight the fish. It was like doing cha-cha – relax when the fish was swimming its heart out; and crank only when the fish stopped.
His words of wisdom:
“Do not fear the fish, fight it!”
“Do not let the fish lead you, lead the fish”
My second shot, I was more prepared.
The first 5 minutes fighting the fish – I “looked” steady right…

The next 5 minutes – struggling..losing my cool..

Almost there…

The last 2 minutes…I can’t feel my arms anymore, burnt and drenched.

And after fighting for 10 minutes, finally “it was out”. At this point, I can’t even hold the fish anymore. I had to support its 20kg weight on my thigh. My hands were trembling.

My friend took a video with me screaming and groaning. They said I looked like I was in labour. -_-
After fighting it twice, I decided to take a shower and took a nap in the room with my sore arms. However, all the screaming and and excitement happening outside “lured” me to go back to fish!
See..I changed to my comfort clothes already…in skirt. -_-

My last one. I didn’t want to hold the fish on my clean clothes. 

All of us had muscle ache for the next few days but it was WORTH it!! My bicep on my right arm is now bigger than my left arm now.
I should end this entry with my favourite picture of the trip.

And by the way, I was “slapped” by the fish with its giant tail on my chest. If I was shorter by 10 cm, it would have “slapped” my face instead. HAH!
Yes, to answer your questions…1) We didn’t eat the fish. 2) I didn’t superimpose the fish on my picture
My colleagues and students didn’t believe that I caught these giants until I showed them pictures. Some joked that I superimposed the fish on my photos. Hahaha…
Thanks Daniel for all the pictures!
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