We drove down a little dirt road and stopped at the shack of a local man who is a 3rd generation fisherman. We hauled our gear to the shore of the Golfo de Nicoya and saw several big row boats with a motor. One of these boats would turn out to be our vessel. It was time to launch so all 11 of us jumped in the little boat and we were off.
We soon stopped and they pulled out some spools with fishing line and a hook on them. We baited them with shrimp and dropped the over the side. We started catching a variety of fish, including the dreaded puff fish that was a very strange beast. It had teeth that looked like human teeth and when you got it into the boat it would start inhaling air rapidly and blow itself up like a balloon.
After an hour we motored across the gulf and pulled to shore. It was very interesting on shore. We were amongst local fisherman and it seemed that many fisherman build a small house or shack where they wanted and lived and fished everyday to make a living, which is not easy. There were whole villages of these little fishing families. I thought it was great to be here. We were far from any tourist areas.
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We ran out of gas so the captain pulled into a little fishing village to buy some. As we motored past all these fisherman I wondered if the gospel has ever been brought to these people.