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My captain for the day strings out a fishing line,motoring at a slower pace, hoping for a bite.

Fishing from a Jukung Outrigger

We had left earlier that morning at 6:30am to the fishing areas to look for dolphins which were in turn looking for tuna pods. We're an hour out at open seas in a modernized Indonesian outrigger canoe, and the captain's never navigated further than the immediate waters of Eastern Bali. There's not a single life vest or safety measure aboard the vessel, and my seat measures only a meter wide.
~ Welcome to the word of Jukung Sailing! ~
Lamps for Night Fishing
This modernized Jukung has, in place of sails, a 5HP motor. Multiple white lampshades hang from a bamboo pole between the outrigger and the canoe, meant to attract fishes while night fishing. They must be rather dear to replace as during the day, it seems the bulb sockets are empty.
Here on the Eastern coast of Bali, little bamboo outposts are around the coastline and they serve as shelter for small fishes which in turn attract bigger fishes. This way, as my boat captain explains it, is another way for them to catch fish as well. 
However hybrid this canoe is, a Jukung is from the beginning still built entirely by hand. Seemly lashed together with braided nylon ropes, my captain for the day proudly tells me that this boat is made by him (probably also with help from his father & uncles).  Both outriggers are made from the trunk of an impossibly straight coconut tree and painted white. I noticed that one side was shorter than the other, but we skimmed the surface of the ocean with no sign of unbalance. Here and there were all sorts of modifications to the canoe, like styrofoam blocks serving as a post for electrical lamps. It was certainly a highly personalized watercraft, made to spec for the certain job. 
From glass-clear waters on the cobblestone shores, a rich turquoise slowly shades itself in to a depthless azure blue out at sea. And it's all in a day's worth of a Jukung sailing.  
At the Helm

Cobbled Stones by the Shore

Shore bound on the Starboard Side



Fishermen returning with their catch at dawn. There ends their day, and here begins mine.Fishermen returning at sunrise

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