Phobia of Fish Discovered in Istan

On June 3rd, 2012 I went fishing and kayaking in Istan with my friend Joanna and her parents. The scenery was so beautiful and the best part was that we were the only people, except for a few annoying teenagers, within the whole reservoir.

Joanna and I were a little hungover after hitting one of our favourite bars, Room 101, for some Caipirinhas so we enjoyed paddling in the kayak.

Chilling in the kayak in Istan

Our guide, Captain Amer, showed us how to fish for bass which is actually hard! We brought a feast of cheese, meat, and fruit, giving us a reason to stop for lunch three times. The scenery was beautiful with mountains surrounding us and crystal blue skies, it’s a must if you get the chance to visit Marbella.

Although the girls unfortunately did not catch any fish, Joanna’s dad was like a fish whisperer and caught five.

I will admit that I think I have created an irrational fear to fish. I never want to be the prissy girl but every time the fish was near me I would squeal in such a high pitch that only dogs could hear. This only got worse when it came to killing and gutting the fish, which left me agape. This also made me wonder…..for times like these a boyfriend would come in pretty useful (All macho men may apply :-D) We were also allowed to bring our catch home for dinner, YUM!

Fishing in Istan, SpainIstan, SpainConquering the kayak in Istan