This one’s for Hudson 😉
We were due to make our di-annual pilgrimage to Lago do Piranha over Carnaval, but I got a phone call from friend Charlie to say “I´m not going this year – the water´s too high.”
“Hmmph. Well it´s not too high to get there, is it!?” I said, querulously, knowing full well why he doesn´t want to go.
“Nooo. But it’s too high to catch any fish.”
Well there we are then. Clearly a place isn´t worth visiting (nature reserve, solitude, beauty, nice journey etc) unless you can butcher a few fish while you’re there.
Where are we going instead? We´re going to shitty old Iranduba – a couple of hours down the river, on white water (mosquitoes, no swimming, lots of traffic, no forest, lots of mud). Just so we have a (slight) chance of bagging a few in the net. Oh joy.
Of course I don´t have to go, and in fact I´m just going to nip over there for one night for a bit of craic and a beer. I’ll have to wait until cousin Anton comes over in April for a decent trip out on the river, and if I go back to Lago do Piranha in 2013 it will be on my own: Charlie´s son is getting married in September and Charlie is opting – totally unreasonably, I feel – to go to the wedding instead of the lake. Priorities, eh..?