Just outside of Takaka is Anatoki Salmon Farm. Freshwater Salmon is raised here, and then either farmed or let into this pond:
This fish aren't really fed, except by kids who buy feed. As a result, a baited hook is swarmed and taken within seconds of casting.
At least, if you're Molly. She caught 2, and Wendy and Carol collectively caught 1. I caught none, but had to do the dirty work of killing all the fish that were caught. You are given a nail with a wood handle, and told to stab the fish just behind the eye. Considering that freshwater salmon are pretty slick, this is already hard enough. Also, the fish don't really die very quickly, so holding a thrashing salmon for a minute while trying to scramble its brains with a nail is not exactly fun.
More #hipstergrace.
Homemade chickpea fritters, homemade tzatziki, and cooked broccoli greens. We're going to miss eating like this.
And back out to the Anatoki river, after dinner. Next door to the salmon farm is Wild Earth, a combination green space (as if NZ needs more of those)/cafe/petting zoo. There is a night market there on Wednesdays, and we went to check it out. But first, some more pictures of the river.
Oh yeah, and there is a tame eel area, as well.
Hey, little guy! You weren't with the other eels, so I didn't assume I could pet you, too.
It was Jamaica Plain, with more felted clothing and dredloks. Other than that, pretty much exactly the same.
A bunch of rockclimbers from Hang Dog (the camping park next to the rock climbing area) were there for a birthday.
Along with Ilva, our rockclimbing friend.
On the way out, there were glow worms in the rocks along the path. I tried to get some pictures of them, but they weren't the easiest to get a good shot of. They were a almost unnatural blue shade, though. Very cool.
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