Listen to ourselves, to awaken the ancient instincts, to recall long-forgotten feeling of causeless joy and look around at the world through the eyes of a child. No wonder that the holiday in the Maldives is often called the trip to paradise. A wooden boat bobbing on the waves peacefully in the soft darkness and quiet splashing of water, the fresh sea breeze and light light equatorial sky evokes a dream. Ugh! Twine in the hands of treacherous tightened, loosened and tightened again. Bite? Or, again, chertyaki, they eat the bait? Bite! Draws so that no other whale caught! Excitement and adrenaline the whole being overflowed. Boy - Assistant shadow darted to cry, grabbed the line and pulled up ... "Fish?" - "Stone fish. Coral "- sadly he smiles, sharp movement interrupting the line and leaving the hook on the bottom. Renewal of the falls, the boat again, briefly immersed in a sleepy bliss. Ten minutes later, already own frantically dragging a fishing line meter by meter. "Faster, faster!" Screaming in my head before an unknown voice. Jerk - and a 30 - centimeter pink big fish have already struggling on the deck. "Reef grouper. Beautiful catch, very tasty, I hear the word boys through their own faltering dyhanie.Vot now welcome to the Maldives. Would you like to eat it for dinner? »
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