When they are picked up still as eggs off the beach by locals, they are brought to the turtle hatchery where they are cared for until they hatch.
Then, when the are merely a day or two old they are released back into the sea where they will have a greater chance of survival than they would have had if the eggs remained on the beach.
The reason they are released at night is so the birds etc wouldn't see them as clearly, but still they have only 1 in a 100 chance of survival!
It had to ba photo taken when my hair is wet as it frizzes up to a fluff ball when dry here and lots unfortunately even shorter and VILE!!! :) Only kidding, I'm getting used to it now :)
Anyway, took a little stroll all the way down to the beach today!
kinda running out of things to stay as we do NOTHING!
Today we had a yummy meal at Marley's once again venturing out of the villa, yet the staff were so sickly sweet it made you want to vomit!
Sorry to rub it in to all the people working 9-5 :)
Today I left the guest House once again but this time to get my hair cut!!! It's so short now!!! Although I repeatedly said 'keep it long' I don't think he understood me and kept saying 'I will make it nice' and granted, yet it does look nice but I like my hair long! Now I struggle to put it all up :(
It was pretty scary, but I suppose I had to do it some time!
What a treat!!!
I quickly dressed and donned my lucky hat to ensure the fish would be biting. The fishing team consisted of me, dad and Mark (our northern pal) - I was very excited and so were the rest of the team..........
The first thing we caught was a fantastic view of the sun rising over the coastline, then it went all quiet and the four trawling rods didn't even twitch.
Finally, one of the rods started to run and Mark took it, unfortunately not with fish still attached.
At about 0830 we decided to crack open a beer, we were at sea after all. However, Dad was slightly green and did not partake in any beverage consumption. I couldn't even tempt him with a hardboiled egg form our picnic, although I enjoyed trying!
A few hours in, and our only highlight was seeing a pair of randy sea horses having it off, the captain sent the "full stop" order, and we prepared ourselves for some hard-core reef fishing. With our sophisticated hand lines wrapped around old plastic bottles, we searched the deep for a monster catch. We hooked a few goldfish and one interesting looking creature - that I was advised was not good eating.
After an hour or so of this riveting entertainment, and the gentle roll of the boat sending dad a further shade of green, we headed back.
Demoralised by our poor catch we still put the trawling rods out in hope of the monster. Then, when we had finally given up all hope a reel started screaming and I jumped to action, striking hard to make sure and taking up position in the fighting chair!
The fight was not a long one, but was a tough one, as it appeared the fish was foul hooked and was trying its best to get free, so much so that close to the boat a rather larger Barracuda thought it could take my prize off me - a few seconds more the captain would have gaffed them both but the Barracuda departed leaving only teeth marks in my catch.
Now I know it doesn't look much but it was a nice catch and went down very well with the folks after I filleted and beer battered it later that day. Keep watching, as I'm keen to get out on the sea again, as is Mark, dad however will be leaving the team and we are actively looking for a replacement.
Until next time, CJ.