We had been diving off a boat called Boca del Toro for a few days, and not the nicest one I'd ever been on. The water was interesting, big Jew Fish area, some interesting lime stone formations in the water, deeper dive sites than I'd expected, in the 30 meter range. A lot of large groupers on the sdand bottom, I was hoping for big sharks, we didn't see any. The vis was worse than we'd hoped for, the remnants of a recent hurricane.
A boat with three fisherman approached, and moored upto us. They sold us a pile of lobster, and I mean a pile for $10 US dollars. We ate lobster tails, lobster soup, lobster ceviche, lobster spaghetti, and anything else you can think. I am not sure they actually had any food on board to feed us in the first place.
The men were interesting, right out of a Hemmingway. All smiling, weathered, and appearing to be full of stories. Their boat was ratty, but I'm sure they knew every inch it. When I got back home I was thumbing through a photo magazine, noticed shots similar to mine, some photo journalist commenting on his experience.
There are three men in the series.
Picture taken with Nikon F4S - Nikkor 70-210 f4-5.6 lens
Location: Cuba, Caribbean
Photographer: Robert Bailey
