I am coming to the end of writing my murder/thriller novel, set on Tarawa, the capital of the Republic of Kiribati, and decided to have a wee tidy up of some of my notes when I found this old photo (I lived there from 1991 to 1996). This fisherman used to keep his boat next to our house. In those days, everything stopped for fishing: if the tide was right, the men were gone. They’d return twelve hours later, their boats low in the water with the weight of their catch. What fish they didn’t keep for themselves and their families, they sold at the side of the road – yellowfin tuna was a dollar a kilo. We ate a lot of yellowfin tuna.
Anyone know if it is still like that on Tarawa?