I treated myself to the freshest (frozen) fish in the heart of the South African inland and paid more for it than what I would have paid for a fresh Norwegian salmon or trout. But I was sooooo fish hungry. With Papa, I had fish for free since he'd be catching it, and frying it.
I also used to go fishing very many moons ago when I lived on the Namibian coast. I even made an income from fishing, selling my stock. I remember a chap who'd be smoking fish those years, at Narraville, Namibia, part of Walvis Bay. He'd pay me a good price for my fresh fish. So, me no fisherman's wife, me fisherman! I really love remembering this so suddenly again. It truly is a fondest memory. I remember the smells, the friends, a really good fishing pal who had the best fresh snoek available. He always invited me on fishing trips, even with his family, and the two of us were the serious fishermen, catching!
Oh goodness, how I miss those years! And, remembering my first encounter of the Namibian west coast, an invite from an old sweetheart long years ago and oh boy, was I treated into fishing and shallow diving at Swakopmund! (I used to have a good set of lungs those years - two minutes hard swimming under the water was natural to me to years, 'sinking' for much longer was my escape from a sick world) I learned so much and it was so nice that I could even go, woman alone! with my Opel Kadet (front wheel drive) into the most remote areas, just sinking the tyre pressure a bit, having peace on my lonesome self, fishing. Even sleeping in my car for the night.
Did some really wild, unthoughtful things in my life. EARTH is my home, doesn't matter where.