Deep down there, on a huge slab overhanging the eastern edge of the Atlantic ocean, was an angler with a veeeery looooong fishing pole.
It was a lovely sunny day... we were out biking, and had our lunch on this spot above the angler.
After about half an hour, we were ready to bike on, and screamed him a "hello" and a "goodbye". He turned and hollered back, -"Have a nice day!"
The guy spoke English ! ... maybe he even was ! ... and I screamed down to him - against the wind - thru my megaphone formed hands, -"Any luck buddy?... have you caught anything?"
He waved with his left arm and hollered back to us, -"Yes!...I caught one... a big tunny... some two or three years ago!"
It was a lovely sunny day... we were out biking, and had our lunch on this spot above the angler.
After about half an hour, we were ready to bike on, and screamed him a "hello" and a "goodbye". He turned and hollered back, -"Have a nice day!"
The guy spoke English ! ... maybe he even was ! ... and I screamed down to him - against the wind - thru my megaphone formed hands, -"Any luck buddy?... have you caught anything?"
He waved with his left arm and hollered back to us, -"Yes!...I caught one... a big tunny... some two or three years ago!"
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