Fishing off an open pier

This will just be a quick entry, the comp i am on is so shit, it takes 3 min before what you have typed appears on screen. so forgive the poor typing....

ok

still in san Diego, its our second night here, no third, we moved hostels, the other one was a sweaty brothel...well it used to be, but it was so horrible.

we are now in what resembles a hippie commune in the Ocean Beach district of SANdie

the area is a kind of hang over from the beat-neck era in the 50s, in turn inherited by the hippies and now gracefully maintained by the sufers and stoners.

it has that unique vibe vibe of youth but without menace - under-age drunks amble down the street while benevolent cops wave them on, pausing only to nibble at a donoughts

The beach here is just as you'd imagine a Californian beach...but with more fatties!!(they don't show that on BayWatch, ...who'd want to watch that in slo-mo!?)

i went fishing off of a pier today (the longest in the west coast for those of you who like facts like that, i know i do). i wussed out of a 430am fishing trip..would have been good but meant leaving hannah on her tod all day, not very fair. by fishing off the pier it allowed her to keep me fueled up for the fishing!

*incoming fishing story*

for those of you who dont like fishing stories, look away now....

So there i was, on the pier, id been fishing for ten min so it was time to break off for a sandwhich. when i came back to my line, it had been taken under the peir by something. i tried reeling it in but it felt as if it were caught on the concrete pier itself.

i told hannah to ask in the nearby tackle shop (WHeRE ID RENTED THE GEAR) IF HE'D COME OUT AND GIVE ME A HAND. HE CAME OUT WIT THE PLATITUDE YOU 'JUST GOT TO WoRK IT IN' OH SHIT I LEFT CAP LOCK ON

once he'd tried 'working it in' he said 'i see what you mean'

we both tried in vain to reel it in, and by this time had drawn a small crowd (well, a lost kid and a hungry seagull) as i reeled it in in the line broke (20lb) and he said from the size id probably hooked a reef shark (see google images!)

judging by some some of the photos on the pier of previous catches, it was prob for the best it broke me, plus now i can tell the 'shark that got away ' story. this computer is really pissing me off readers, i hope you realise the pain im in to type this, go proof read it yourself

*end of fishing story*

met a nice guy in the pier (as we were catching a mackerel every 3 min) and got chatting. he called himself big pete. my mum warned me about strangers like this.

we talked about racism and politics and the differences between england and US. and he couldn't actually believe that the police in england dont always carry guns, he was of the opinion that more police would die in US if they didnt have guns.

i mentioned my blog and he then informed me he wanted to start one to tell of his bi_sex_ploits....that was it, i was out of there. not before he told me he had 'turned' his ex girlfriend and his current one and her got toger2gether. he told me he would share some photos. the thought made me shudder, he was a big fat guy, i mean, big....'no thanks' i politely said, and headed back to hannah on the beach.