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The Lofoten Islands

Sortland, Norway


Just when I thought of the Artic Circle as a mere snowbound destination, I never knew what I was missing until I saw The Lofoten Islands.

The place itself consists of red cottages standing high on the water together with sights of fishing equipment, and is a stunning attraction in Norway, in the middle of the Arctic Circle. The group of Islands stretch around a hundred Miles within the Arctic Circle. The place provides great accommodation in the red cottages called rorbu which means fishing boat. These houses are unique because they are colored with old paint mixed with cod liver oil. The Interior is very relaxed and comfortable, with the scent of fresh flowers. The weather is perfect, which is very warm. Food is very uniqe, such as deer steak, seagulls' eggs, rhubarb soup, milk soup mixed with raisins, rice, cinnamon and sugar. Since I am the outdoor type, I find it very fulfilling.

I always dreamed of this place, where I can draw inspiration and write. The Lofoten Islands is just perfect.

permalink written by  On Foot on March 8, 2007 from Sortland, Norway
from the travel blog: On Foot
tagged Fishing, Norway, ArticCircle, DeerSteak, SeagullEggs, Rhubarb, Milk and Cinnamon

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Harbour Island

Dunmore, The Bahamas


Have you ever heard of Harbour Island in The Bahamas? Believe it or not, it is one of Bahamas' best places to go for a vacation. It is a small island that is less than 4 Miles long and a half mile wide. It is only an hour away from Florida.

Harbour Island is also called “Briland” by its inhabitants. The pale pink sand greatly distinguishes it from other beaches. The hotels, vacation homes, and restaurants are very relaxed and comfortable, making it a famous tourist destination. Some of the interesting activities in the island are snorkeling, scuba diving, swimming, and fishing. The weather in Harbour Island is very pleasant. Late winter and Spring are the most favorable since rain is less likely to happen. This also makes the island a great place to relax or sleep with the gentle breeze sounds.

Now that you heard of this Island, I would suggest that you visit this very wonderful island.

permalink written by  On Foot on March 9, 2007 from Dunmore, The Bahamas
from the travel blog: On Foot
tagged Diving, Beach, Fishing, Bahamas, Island, Pink and Harbor

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Ranguana

Belize City, Belize


This place is a very laidback fishing village which is situated in Placencia on the southern tip of the barrier peninsula. Ranguana has not been really developed, yet tourists like it better that way. Moreover, Ranguana still holds the reputation of being the best beach in Belize.

The Ranguana Lodge has very fine white sand which will dissolve your stress into its clear waters. You can go sportfishing in the sea, where you can fish for tuna, kingfish, barracuda, and snook. Ranguana has three stilted air-conditioned beachfront cabanas which are furnished. The two other units are more nature-inspired, and even more spacious, which consist of hardwood floors, kitchenettes, and cozy rooms. Both cabanas have decks and hammocks for relaxation.

It is a must to go for a walk along the main road which is a three-foot-wide sidewalk. The main road leads to the delightful town. Ranguana is definitely the best beach in Belize.

permalink written by  On Foot on March 20, 2007 from Belize City, Belize
from the travel blog: On Foot
tagged Diving, Beach, Fishing, Placencia and WhiteSand

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Fiji Time

Nandi, Fiji


The rain followed us to Fiji which was a bit of a worry because it didn't seem to me that there would be much to do in Fiji when it rained. We spent a slightly surreal night in the family home of a lady called Dee (we didn't actually get to meet Dee but her son was very welcoming) and shared a room with a chirpy German girl who told us that she had been invited to go to church tomorrow with the family. Thankfully we didn't receive the same invitation but they were kind enough to drop us off in town along the way. We were put on a bus which, we were told, would take us to Beach House. This was all uncomfortably spontaneous but we trusted their judgment and decided that seeing a bit of the "Coral Coast" before heading out to the islands couldn't be a bad thing. The drive down south was beautiful - soft mountains covered in leafy green vegetation gradually became a rocky, palm fringed coastline and the sun even came out which I was almost confused by, it had been so long.

We made ourselves comfortable at our small but well equipped resort and I made my way to the beach kitted out in shorts and shades. I climbed into a hammock and opened my book and no sooner had I done so than the sun, who I was barely getting re-acquainted with, rudely disappeared. I looked up and was reminded of that scene from Independence Day when the whole sky goes dark. Before long the palm trees were dancing excitedly and I was swinging wildly in my hammock and starting to feel a bit sick. An irritating drunk man who we'd had the misfortune to meet at Sydney and then again that morning on the bus had been trying to articulate the fact that Fiji was perfect but not perfect. I suggested "paradise with potholes" and I thought of him as minutes later the sky opened into a generous downpour.

More than anywhere else we had been, I found the Fijian people a striking race. Try and imagine a beautiful girl who looks a bit like Laurence Fishburn and you are getting there. A strong bone structure and powerful physique seem to be prevalent from birth and after one day it was clear that I was by far the most physically incapable man on the island. This is not including Josh of course, who possesses merely the illusion of physical strength but is in fact unable to swim or even go to the toilet on his own.

We had been informed the night before that our resort was none other than that which Celebrity Love Island was filmed! With this wonderfully unexpected revelation in mind we left the next day and went back up north to get ourselves on a boat to the Yasawas. We booked everything with a travel agent called Vika who, after we had been subjected to a bizarre Kava drinking ceremony on the travel agency floor (this basically involved lots of clapping and repeating random words while drinking a milky wood flavoured water), invited us to stay the night in her home! This was obviously a way for her to save money paying for our hotel but we accepted because she seemed nice and we thought it would be good experience. It was! After a slightly awkward entrance during the family's evening prayer we ate and played card with Vika's family and Tada, a Japanese student who was studying English in Fiji. Well, why not?

In the morning we took a ferry up to Nacula, one of the most northern islands of the group, and were shown to our bungalow on the beach. It really was amazing. All that stood between our bungalow and the beach were two hammocks. We were two of only five guests so that night we got to know our fellow island inhabitants and also the local rum, Bounty. They were only staying one night and the next day, after a morning spent exploring the colorful coral reefs of our coastline, we dropped them off at the ferry. The island was ours!

Josh was eager to try fishing. I can never seem to get myself beyond remotely curious when it comes to catching fish but in the spirit of our desert island lifestyle I thought it could be fun. It was - eventually. Once I had caught something. I had imagined sitting there for hours waiting for a twitch on the line which would then be followed by a scream and a panicked reeling in of what turns out to be nothing. In actual fact Josh had no sooner dipped his line in the water than he found himself tugging in a (particularly exotic looking) fish!

It took me a bit longer. On two occasions I felt my line grow heavy and a excitedly reeled in my catch. On both occasions I found that I had caught coral. I was becoming a laughing stock but after twenty minutes of persistence I was rewarded with the biggest catch of the day- a great big colourful fish which I was well chuffed with. Suddenly I turned into a fisherman and by the end of the day I had reeled in three more! It turned out to be a really rewarding trip, particularly that evening when we were served a selection of the days catch. We washed it down with Kava and rum and floated to bed happily. I should mention that we were now in the habit of going to bed at 10pm - this is when the generator shuts off and the island is plunged into complete (and rather anti-social) darkness.

We were invited the next day into the local village where an annual church event/ tourist trap was taking place. We were to meet the chief, who required a small donation before we donated another small amount to the local church. To be fair it was a very small amount and we did get to drink Kava with the chief, eat a nice meal of fish and shellfish with some strange potato things, and get a little tour of the village. The kava drinking was actually a bit awkward and it didn't help that we had been kitted out in traditional Fijian dress (a "Bula" shirt and a skirt) which I was suddenly very aware of upon seeing a group of tourists attending in their board shorts and t-shirts. Nevertheless it was unteresting to see the village and the chief - who I had secretly hoped would have a lion skin coat and millions of unlikely piercings. He was in fact disappointingly normal looking, although he did have an impressive moustache.

During another coral reef expedition I cut my toe on a rock and so spent the last afternoon making the most of "Fiji Time" (the Fijians' excuse to not do anything which I picked up very quickly) while Josh went off to explore the island with our boatman and fishing buddy, Joe. We finished the evening in our usual way, with a romantic meal for two in the empty dining room and a few games of cards with the staff before bed at ten. The next day we would be embarking on a two day journey to Santiago, Chile. The final leg of our journey - crossing South America - filled our minds with wonderful pictures and bad Spanish.

We left Nacula after a game of football involving the local boys and a hilariously flat ball. I also had a Motorcycle Diaries moment when I cleaned up and bandaged a young girl who had cut her hand quite badly - much to the appreciation of her family.I was definitely ready for America del Sud now. All there was left to do was learn Spanish pretty much from scratch on the plane using a dictionary. No problemo.

permalink written by  steve_stamp on June 1, 2009 from Nandi, Fiji
from the travel blog: The art of being lost
tagged Fishing, Fiji and Kava

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Welcome To Bart's Fishing and Travel Adventures

Banff, Canada


I hope you will enjoy reading about my fishing, camping and travel experiences and tips. Please visit often for updates.

permalink written by  barth762 on November 25, 2009 from Banff, Canada
from the travel blog: Fishing Adventures
tagged Hiking, Fishing, Travel, Camping and Kayaking

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Salt air!

Xingcheng, China


We had traveled by bus, train, subway, several types of motorized pedicabs, taxi, bench seat bike, foot and now ferry. It was a slow ride to the island that was faded in polluted-view but not far off shore. I mistakenly purchased the all inclusive ticket which would take us by bus around the island to three sites of interest to Buddhists and sinophiles. Though RJ leans towards the former, for him one old red tile-roofed building looks like all the other old red tile-roofed buildings. We skip the pre-paid tour and take the advice of an Aussie dude and his companions suggested: a small fishing village on a small beach. The pre-paid tour does get us the short distance to the other side of the island on the local bus. A very short walk brings us to the shore. The fishing vessels look heavily weathered as if abandoned but apparently not as we see several in active use. Then I spot a old favorite: rocks along the shore perfect for climbing on. We pass locals gouging oyster-like mollusks, dislodging the top shell, harvesting the meat and leaving the bottom glued barnacle-like to the rocks. Low tide is what reveals their quarry. The un-seaworthy looking boats put on the water make a pretty sight with their red Chinese flags flapping in the breeze.

We climb the bank towards a road when we are surprised by a donkey. Or did we surprise it? Its ears were standing straight up as it stared intently at us. Is it tethered? Is it territorial? We're to far to determine the former and too cautious to test the latter. We proceed slowly with jackets in hand to swing at it if necessary. But not necessary. We follow the road back to the village and are pleasantly surprised to find a restaurant overlooking the little bay. Seafood with a view!

It's not tropical Philippines. It's not primitive Borneo. It's not fascinating Kenyan coast. It's not picturesque Bali. It's not perfect Thailand. It's not gorgeous Samoa. But it is a nice day trip off the gray, dusty mainland.

Now if only we had a cart to hitch to that donkey to add to our list of transports...

(Please send comments to my regular email. Thanks!)

permalink written by  prrrrl on October 3, 2013 from Xingcheng, China
from the travel blog: Beijing, 2010 or Liaoning, 2013. They are appear to be mixed up!
tagged Fishing, View, Donkey and Transports

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