Tuesday morning Erik and I got up early — 2:45 a.m. early — and made our way to Yaqui territory in an indigenous community in a remote estuary south of Guaymas. The scene was magical as the town was already bustling at 4am with men carrying nets and wheel barrels filled with gasoline and provisions to their pangas, which were anchored in the safety of a cove. The scene was lit by a string of small lights that hung over a slew of about forty small boats whose crews were ready and excited to make a day’s catch of the start of shrimp season.
When the sun finally rose it beat down on us unforgivingly, and so I took the chance to jump in the water to relieve myself from its torment and make some pictures from the perspective of a shrimp in the net. I smashed my head against the camera housing and nearly knocked myself out upon entering the water, but continued shooting anyways.
As the light grew harsh and pictures were difficult to make, Erik and I joined in the work. We spent the rest of the day cleaning nets and pulling out bycatch and doing our best not to fall asleep.
Yesterday Erik and I spent the day tracking down a trawler on the docks. We were able to convince one boat captain to let us spend an evening with his crew. But the trick will be convincing a panga driver to find this boat that is already at sea, and return us the next day to shore, since the trawler will be at sea for at least 20 days.
Off we go.