One evening, Lew caught a big yellow-tail tuna. Good thing he had just received his fishing permit that day! At Lucien's urging, we rushed into the galley and had the cook whip up some fresh sashimi! I've never had 5-minute old sashimi before. The poor thing was still flopping around when a chunk of him was cut out. Like all animals killed for food, the result was both sad and yummy.

Actually, the sashimi was better the following morning. When we ate it that evening, it was still... warm. The water is 85 degrees, and the fish was warmer than that. It was also a bit tough (which also went away in the morning).

Anyway, so I have my fresh sashimi story now. Very cool.
[next - farewell dinner]

flop, flop, flop.	"i wanna go back!"*	"aaaaahhhgh!"
*all thoughts attributed to any persons or fishes listed on this page are purely fictitious, and any resemblance to thoughts they may or may not have had are purely coincidental.