One good rule of the road is to remember that in this world, the rules are made by people and people used to be kids and kids are crazy
Could we have entered the ocean in a crazier way? Yes. Sure, for what limits hath insanity but that which we impose upon it? Left to the imagination, we could have entered the ocean in a variety of less sane ways. We could have built a gunpowder fueled rocket painted blue and used it to propel us over breaks capable of hurling a dinosaur into a building. We also could have usws palm trees to construct a catapult to hurl us into the ocean. We could have just swam and been drowned by the monster waves.
We had maybe 15 seconds to get over the wave before it crashed and flipped our skiff. The outboard was raised in the air like a torch leading a battalion into a battle with the sea. His first pull didn’t catch. The sea stormed in front of us. His second pull didn’t catch. He pulled with his whole body, making it parallel to the horizon. A few more failed tries and the engine caught, the boy in the Bieber shirt jumped and hurried the shove the outboard into the sea and steered our vessel over the wave before it flipped us. And there we were, sunrise heating the horizon, a few pelicans swooping towards the water, peacefully out at sea and ready lure and ocean of fish.
My friend Matt had mentioned to me before his visit to Guatemala that he would like to go deep sea fishing, so I started asking around for prices. The prices were so absurdly high, that I was embarrassed to even quote them to him, since quoting them would carry with it the assumption that I thought that thousands of dollars was an acceptable price to present him.
Deep sea fishing in Guatemala need not cost thousands of dollars if you don’t have qualms about going the loco way. “We have two poles,” the Guatemalan fisherman told us, “But one is broken.” They also only had one lure, which meant a broken line would mean fishing trip over.
Soon the sunrise paved the way for the morning. Matt manned the fishing pole for the first shift. After a few hours, the line stiffened and he reeled until he landed a five pound yellowfin tuna named Delicious.
I was up next, and while I had something, it slipped away, likely he had some urgent business to take care of that day and did not have time to be caught. Around noon, we pointed the skiff towards Montericco’s shore and surfed over a wave onto the sand, a thrilling end to the endearingly insane experience of deep sea fishing in Guatemala, the loco/local way. The kitchen at Johnnies Hostel cooked the tuna for a few dollars and lunch was served.
Whether it is deep sea fishing in Guatemala, or hiking up a volcano in Panama, one good rule of the road is to remember that in this world, the rules are made by people and people used to be kids and kids are crazy. So when you can’t find the tour you want at the price you can afford, it does not mean that that’s where your possibilities end. Possibilities begin and end with people. So just keep asking. Chart your own course, design your own tour. Talk to the locals in Justin Bieber t-shirts and not just the travel agencies. You may find yourself with a local on a loco tour, but all things being equal, I tend to prefer, and would even pay more for the loco tour.