We stop our bikes on a quiet beach next to an empty resort. It’s a cloudy day and the water is choppy. We see two fishermen out in the distance, each in their own boat. They’re coming towards us, fighting and riding the waves into shore.
They steer their boats — which look like giant baskets — with a long oar. About 50 feet from the sand, one of them gets hit with a huge wave. The boat and all its contents flip over. His partner makes it to land and immediately runs back out to help. It takes them 15 minutes to flip it back over, empty out the water, and gather their belongings. Then they carry both boats 100 feet up the sand for storage.
The two men are uncle and nephew. They’d been on the water since 5am; it was about 1pm when we find them. The day’s catch wouldn’t be enough to sell, so they’d bring it home for dinner, wake up at 4 the next morning, and try again.