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| What a whopper! |
Ok, the pyramids are a must-do, as are the Abu Simbel temples but for me the most must-do thing in Egypt is to go Nile Perch fishing on Lake Nasser. This we did over Eid holiday which we combined with a visit down to Upper Egypt (a bit confusing I know). Ill hopefully post a bit more about our visit in Aswan and further south in Abu Simbel later, ive only just got around to this and its December.
We went with African Angler, a company with a very good name and well deserved from our experience. The trips is safari as it used to be, we felt like Victorian explorers with our posse of Nubian boat men, cooks etc, etc. If you get a chance - check them out - you will not regret it.
Up early, but not too early as it was the first day of the "feast", we were taken to the famous Aswan Dam, built by the Ruskies in the 1960s as a replacement to the British Dam (built in 1902 with a minor design fault, being 30m too short and the water came over the top). We picked up the boats just south of the Dam, a rather opulent 3 of them. First we had a mothership (a floating resturant) for eating, a houseboat for sleeping and a fishing boat for the important activity. Some happy hellos and after attempting to remember everyones name (the normal several Mohammeds) we set off in the fishing boat Hatari whilst the other two boats went off to set up lunch on some distant island.
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| Heading into the lake |
We steamed south on the largest man-made lake in the world travelling for about 40mins as the Russian-Egyptian Friendship monument close to the Dam disappeared into the distance. We started trawling with the biggest lures I've ever used, letting out around 40-50m of line behind the boat where 3 of us could fish, Mrs T was happy to sit in the sun and relax and read. No luck in the morning, unless you count snagging some weeds which put up a good fight) so we met up with the mothership and crew a great lunch (think it was Corgette Gratin followed by Beef rice and vegetables, followed by fruit) which we had on the upper level of the boat watching egrets fly past.
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| Lunch spot day 1 |
Following lunch the boys and me tried our hand casting from the rocks. Young J hooked something big and T ran off to get the guide. Whatever it was it was taking a lot of line and looked a little bigger than the fish we are used to in England. J had the lightest tackle and was having a real good fight however he did not need any help. eventually landing the first Nile Perch of the trip as the guide arrived and estimated the fish to be 20-25lbs, a good size casting on such light tackle. J said his legs were shaking with the adrenaline! He was really chuffed and spent the afternoon recanting the story in great detail!!
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| J fighting his fish |
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| Landing the first fish |
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| Smile for the camera |
We all tried for some more but nothing was happening, so we headed off for some afternoon trawling. We saw no one except a Lake Nasser cruise ship in the distance heading down to Abu Simbel. As the afternoon sun stated to fade over a beautiful Nubian lake scene we headed in to another new island, slightly disappointed in one fish but excited by the size of it (it was getting bigger every time J told how he tamed the beast!). We met up with the mothership on a small beach and watched the stars come out. With no light pollution the desert sky is macnificent and with Skywalk on the Ipad we could star gaze and spot the planets. Again an amazing dinner of chicken, spinach, aubergine and a few beers and we were all bushed and turned in early to the sound of the guys praying in the distance and the waves lapping.
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| Night falls over camp |
Next morning I got up early and explored the island. The little coves were littered with gourds, perfectly round "balls", actually cricket ball-sized seeds pods, perfectly suited to floating and seeding the next island. Whilst beach-combing I came across the jaw of a Nile crocodile that had died and washed up, unfortunately no teeth, he must have been a big critter! (I estimate about 2-3m loking at jaw-length ratios on the internet).
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| Sun up |
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| Sunrise over camp |
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| Lower Cretaceous Nubian sandstone with ripples |
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| Dry gourds on the beach |
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| Croc jaw |
Following brekkie we set sail and first tried our luck casting on a beautiful granite island with a deep drop off. Suddenly young T had a fish on, not a big one but a fish all the same. A small aggressive looking Tiger fish with sharp teeth that had taken a chunk out of the rubber lure (which had caught the Nile Perch). Nothing else biting so we were off trawling again. Trawling is really relaxing, nothnig to think about but the lure swimming along. However no joy. We tried deep lures, shallow, mid column, over submerged highs, along rocky coastlines. Nada. With no fish to my name I was starting to get a little twitchy (particular as both boys mentioned it ocassionally!). A short casting stop before lunch for Tigers, Nada again. Another great meal, how do these guys do it?
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| Now they are sharp teeth |
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| Casting from the granite island |
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| Mrs T casting |
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| Beautiful beach |
Trawling in the afternoon we worked one spot for over an hour back and forth making wide turns. Suddenly "bang" I had a fish on an judging by the line it was taking out it was not a tiddler. The other two lures were brought in and I slowly worked the fish to the boat, we all gasped when we saw the flash of the fish for the first time. Eventually the perch tired and the guide safely got him on the boat, what a fish, truely beautiful. We took photos and it weighed in at 30lbs and we safely got her back in the water and revived and she splashed off silent back into the dark green deep. Now it was my turn to tell the story.....
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| Fightin' a big one |
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| Here she comes... |
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| Indiana Jones and the Great Big Fish |
We trawled again and then made for camp with no more fish as the sunset. Camp was on a wonderful little bay. Again we went through the routine of chilling, watching the sun go, having a beer and watching the stars come up. You can get used to this rather too quickly. A shower and a beer and and another fine meal.
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| Sunset |
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| Camp 2 |
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| Dinner time |
Our last day dawned. I went photographing again in the morning light, trying a technique called HDR. I saw some kites (probably yellow-billed kites). We set off casting and trawling, trawling and casting. We hit a nice area of submerged rocks and T hooked his second fish of the trip, a small Nile Perch. Not a big fish but at least T could claim 2 fish. We trawled up and down and Mrs T had a good session getting very excited whenever she felt her lure hit some hard-fighting weeds. Eventualy though she took a big hit that was obviously not vegetation and turned out to be a pretty 7-8lb Nile perch. So the fishing gods were good to us and everyone caught at least one fish! We would now argue who was the best fisherman (woman), biggest fish trawling, most variety, biggest fish casting etc - the opportunities are endless.
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| Ts small but perfectly formed perch |
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| Trawlin |
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| Fish on |
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| Nice 8lb-er |
Our last lunch, we said our goodbyes to the chaps on the mothership and handed around some baksheesh (a tip) - these guys really do earn it by making it a very personal and pleasurable expeirence. I spent a little time photographing watching some yellow-billed kites try to fish as unsuccessfully as us and I got some nice images of dragon- or damselflies before our final unsuccessful trawl into harbour again. Dam. The end of the fishing. Ill put on the wildlife photos another time.
So our little fishng jaunt was a great success. Absolutely relaxing, Mrs T loved being on the boat, reading sitting in the sun watching her boys do the things that boys do. I found it very relaxing, as someone who normally rushes around on holidays just trawling along with nothing to think off other than the lure was really relaxing. Of course the boys want to go again. African angler were great, very well organised, you could view the trip as expensive but for such a unique experience, three boats at your beckon call and the beautiful place to explore for us it was worth every egyptian pound and Im sure we will do it again (plus I caught the biggest fish!).
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| Heading back to Aswan |
Our last lunch, we said our goodbyes to the chaps on the mothership and handed around some baksheesh (a tip) - these guys really do earn it by making it a very personal and pleasurable expeirence. I spent a little time photographing watching some yellow-billed kites try to fish as unsuccessfully as us and I got some nice images of dragon- or damselflies before our final unsuccessful trawl into harbour again. Dam. The end of the fishing. Ill put on the wildlife photos another time.
