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Fishy fishes

October 4, 2009
By Asmodeane in Posts

What a dreadful day. I woke up with a headache and some serious nausea, and I didn’t even drink yesterday. Girlfriend did go out, so must be her hangover I’m nursing. Or then it’s a sugar hangover, cos I did hit the candy stash pretty hard yesterday night, staying up till 4am, watching Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban (fell asleep half way through) and chatting on IRC.

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Fishmongers

Fishmongers

Anyway, was supposed, or at least was planning to, hoist the boat out of the water today and lay her down for a well-deserved winter rest, but due to dreadful weather the plan was shelved. The wind howled obscenities and the rain was lashing the windows all night, which was nice and cozy. The severity of the storm was such that it even made the news, as our first proper “Autumn Gale”. Nothing exciting happened though, no ships sunk, no people killed. Just some torn roofs, flooded drains and some felled trees. But despite all the

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calamities, I held true to my word, given to myself yesterday, and went off to see the Baltic Herring Fair, waking up at 10am, bravely braving the wind and the rain. Having a car kinda helped, wouldn’t have gone if I’d have had to take public transport. Just wanted to take a few pictures and maybe buy a pound or two of smoked fishes, the only kind I really like. Mainly because it tastes more like pork than fish. Well, there’s also tuna. But then again, tuna isn’t a fish. It’s a tin. And might be dolphin, anyway.

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Rainy ships

Rainy ships

But where was I. Ah, yes, the fish market-fair-festival-thing. Held every year except for the war years since 1743, setting the prices for all Finland etc. The fishermen come from all over the coast, most from the West, some from the East, and few from Estonia, a custom interrupted in 1939, for obvious reasons, and peddle their scaled wares from the back of their boats. Everything is fresh and “local”, which is ever so trendy and important these days. And since I arrived before the official opening ceremonies, I got to see The Lord Mayor of Helsinki, which was nice. The Port of Helsinki representative rang the bell, the lighhouse ship fired a cannon, and thus the Herring Fair was started. The mayor rambled on about something for a few minutes, but I wasn’t listening, having slready snapped a few obligatory shots and moved on to take pics of the boats and smelly fishermen and their smelly fishwives.

Baltic fishes!

Baltic fishes!

There was a surprising amount of fairly young fishermen and even women, though, so the tradition must be at least partially reviving. Still, hell of a way to earn a living… I also helped out a middle-aged Russian tourist with her shopping, translating for her and identifying fishes. She actually didn’t believe that we have flounder in the Baltic. I condescendingly corrected her mistake and also revealed to her that it tastes of pork, which I honestly think it does. Having bought the fish and gotten wet and cold enough, I drove to check if Blowfish was still afloat after the stormy night. She was, which was nice.

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Enough babbling though, it’s link time. Some might have already been featured on this blog, but then again, they might not have been. This one hasn’t, at least. It seems that the only surviving footage of Anne Frank has been put on the web by The Anne Frank House. And, on a completely unrelated note, it seems like The States are fucked, deep and good. Guess that goes for rest of us in the West as well. Then some nice pretty great interesting propaganda posters from the Spanish Civil War. No Pasaran! was a cry familiar to all kids and grown-ups in the Soviet Union, me being no exception. Not quite sure why, though, must have been popularised by some movie. Then 5 of the world’s weirdest cameras. And that was that.

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