The next night, he took me to their village to see them haul in the catch and see how they live. In the pitch darkness, we walked along the beach to where the boats were lined up on the sand. By the light of the oil lamps, these men unloaded the day’s catch
their boats certainly don’t have fish finders, or for that matter fancy anything. But I can vouch for the quality and freshness of the catch–every night at the bbq they had grilled fish. it was excellent.
they pack the fish in ice as soon as they get it to shore–they have a hut with an icemaker and coolers
their village is actually more spread out and larger than I thought it was. there were several small temples, which my guide enthusiastically showed me, and exhorted me to take pictures.
These folk may be considered pretty poor by western standards, but they work hard, bring in a good catch, and keep themselves afloat. The town life sounded pretty rich in terms of the noise coming from houses at 10PM, lights on, TVs flickering–it’s the way of the world out in rural India.