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Things that eat fish
Aug. 5th, 2008 04:31 pmWhen we first left the harbour I found myself wondering why I'd been talked into going on a whale-watching boat journey with Whitney. As soon as we cleared the dock the woman on the loudspeaker announced that the sea was going to be very choppy and they were handing out complimentary seasick-feel-good pills from the cafe at the back, and you'd think that they would warn you about it before you're effectively trapped - in the end I moved to the back of the boat where the vertical movement was felt the least, and just tried to concentrate on keeping my head straight looking at the horizon while the rest of the boat did a decent impression of a see-saw.
Once the whales started appearing it made me forget about any illness, though, and there's no way I can really describe what watching whales is like in writing (particularly as we've just got back and the entire floor is spinning round at the moment). They rise up out of the water very close to the boat, mouths so wide open that I thought there surely had to be two of them each time, and then they roll over in slow-motion and flip their tails behind them. We have several videos that I plan to inflict on you when we get hold of the cable that connects the camera to the computer again.
The quest for a decent plate of fish and chips continues. Last night we managed to get into the Lobster Pot - it's a restaurant heavily guarded by a man with a large beard where you have to join a decent queue just to get one of those flashing things that call you back when they're ready (sorry, everyone in Britain - I'm in no state to explain this concept just now) and it feels rather exclusive when you're finally allowed through a long corridor opening out into the actual restaurant. Haddock was on the menu, and deep-frying it was an option - so this experience came quite close, though it was breaded rather than battered and once again I had to provide the deadly amount of salt myself.
We went along the road to get fried dough after that. This seems to be a Massachusetts speciality, and it's also quite difficult to describe it. If you can imagine a large sheet of proto-doughnut covered in enough powdered sugar to kill you if breathed in, then you're just about there - it's probably the second most unhealthy thing I've ever eaten next to Scotland's deep fried Mars bar, containing at an estimate about half the calories.
Once the whales started appearing it made me forget about any illness, though, and there's no way I can really describe what watching whales is like in writing (particularly as we've just got back and the entire floor is spinning round at the moment). They rise up out of the water very close to the boat, mouths so wide open that I thought there surely had to be two of them each time, and then they roll over in slow-motion and flip their tails behind them. We have several videos that I plan to inflict on you when we get hold of the cable that connects the camera to the computer again.
The quest for a decent plate of fish and chips continues. Last night we managed to get into the Lobster Pot - it's a restaurant heavily guarded by a man with a large beard where you have to join a decent queue just to get one of those flashing things that call you back when they're ready (sorry, everyone in Britain - I'm in no state to explain this concept just now) and it feels rather exclusive when you're finally allowed through a long corridor opening out into the actual restaurant. Haddock was on the menu, and deep-frying it was an option - so this experience came quite close, though it was breaded rather than battered and once again I had to provide the deadly amount of salt myself.
We went along the road to get fried dough after that. This seems to be a Massachusetts speciality, and it's also quite difficult to describe it. If you can imagine a large sheet of proto-doughnut covered in enough powdered sugar to kill you if breathed in, then you're just about there - it's probably the second most unhealthy thing I've ever eaten next to Scotland's deep fried Mars bar, containing at an estimate about half the calories.
