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Chapter 50 Captain

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    When I went to Mauritius last year, I met a local Chinese tour guide.  Said to meet, and did not meet.

    In fact, it was contacted by a certain treasure when looking for a local driver and guide.  During the few days we were there, travel and accommodation were arranged by him.

    Both the host and the driver are local people he contacted, warm and friendly.  One of the days, he recommended two handsome captains of French origin for us, and they drove us to a small island in the Indian Ocean.

    We went to pick up shells. While swimming, the two captains arranged a beautiful long table on the beach, and then began to barbecue by the woods not far away.

    Soon, a table of delicious grilled lamb chops, grilled seafood was hot out of the oven.  Coupled with all kinds of beer, beverages and potato chips snacks that have been prepared earlier, it is rich and delicious.

    While gnawing on the lamb chops, the captain took out his guitar, sat on the rock beside him and began to play and sing.  Although he couldn't understand the French folk songs, he couldn't help shaking and humming with him later.

    The Indian Ocean in front of you is like a piece of tourmaline, crystal clear and wonderful.

    ? On the night before leaving, the Chinese tour guide who had never met before recommended another seaside restaurant.

    There, I saw the most beautiful sunset in my life. Unfortunately, words are really hard to describe.

    ? When I left Mauritius, I added the WeChat of this Chinese tour guide, only to realize that he himself is a captain.

    There is a beautiful boat, and he often takes the guests to go fishing in the deep sea himself.  Every time I hold the huge tuna I caught, I stand on the deck and take a selfie proudly

    In his circle of friends, the blue sky and white fishing boats in East Africa are his daily life.

    There are no crowded streets and carriages, and the rush of nine to five or even nine to six, everything is simple, primitive and unadorned.

    Maybe one day, I will go back there and be a fisherman by the sea.

    Although I am a fisherman who is allergic to seafood.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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