A number of fish hooked yesterday, but none caught — “that's why they call it fishing, not catching”, right? There were bites from a few marlin and an insane eight-plus foot sailfish (that's it in the last photo but I wasn't quick enough to get anything but a splash). We went swimming as well, but the best part of the boat trip for me though was getting to see flying fish for the first time here… It's pretty neat; they sort of hop out of the water, skip along the surface for a while, and then catch air and fly maybe a hundred feet. The ones I saw were probably about the size of a big sparrow.
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