I Went Prawning

It's so hot, the coals have turned purple

Lucky fat cat. He'll be eating a lot of leftover prawn shells...(the girl in white was cooking a big batch of prawns. Probably 20+ sticks. I was green with envy...)

This was quite some weeks ago, when my friends and I went on an impromptu prawning trip after our dinner at Holland Village. We got there around 11pm, and finished around 230am.

It was obvious that the prawns don't like me, I didn't catch any prawns! sniff.

Since I'm not a patient person, plus I can't touch live prawns and worms (to use as bait), and I can't poke a live prawn with a barbeque stick (I'd rather put them away from water and watch them slowly say goodbye), I think this may not be the sport for me. Unless I always have somebody around to do all the above for me.

Although it's a nice experience, especially the barbeque part, when you start to smell the prawns. It was only cooked with salt, but it was one of the best prawns I've eaten. Yummy!