I didn’t really know what to expect. I had been fishing before – pike fishing in the forest streams near Moscow and deep-sea fishing for 8-lbs somethings in the Atlantic. But what would the Black Sea bring?
Whatever it was that I was not expecting, this was… something else.
Left and right tiny silver creatures were getting hooked (oi) two, three, four at a time, with minimal effort on my part. A brief review course on how to properly handle a rod (oi) served mostly to make me look like a pro in photos.
It was twilight, the skies were pink, dolphins were flipping about – and I was alone (not counting the crew) – on my favorite pirate ship. It was perfect.
Then it was made more perfect by the ship’s first mate chopping the heads off these tiny stavridki with industrial speed and efficiency, dipping them into salted flour and frying them up whole, right there on the boat, for my dining pleasure.
Crispy, delicious and perfect for all that beer we brought aboard for the trip. We enjoyed them well into the darkness of the night.
And that, my friends, is how the sun set on my Crimean adventure.