And still my passion goes to the catamaran, more then the new polyester boats, recalling a fisherman-president of a village cutting and assembling a scale model of 30cm out of fresh wood with all the truss and robes and tying knots like the real one in less then an hour, now on my chimney.

Here he pushes his catamaran into the sea clearing his way, passing the breaking waves near the shoreline.
As soon the sea is smooth waving, about 40 meters further, he jumps in his catamaran to paddle away with the few tools aboard, the basket for the prawns, the net, some robes and his paddle. His loungi tied around his head in an attempt to keep it dry, in vain, a bigger wave surprised him a moment later.

A fisherman struggling with the forces of nature, the sea, early morning at 6:10 while sun was hiding behind the low clouds for a short while.