Man, what a day! I swear, Fetesti really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up early, like 5 AM early, ready to hit the water. You know, the usual fisherman grind. Grabbed my gear, hopped on my bike, and zoomed down Strada 1 Decembrie. The sun was just peeking up, and it was kinda beautiful, ya know?
But then, bam! My bike tire goes flat. Seriously? I’m like, “C’mon, universe!” So, I’m walking my bike, dragging it along like a sad puppy. I finally get to the river, the Borcea, and it’s looking good. Water’s calm, fish are probably chillin’ down there, thinking they’re safe. Little do they know, I’m coming for ‘em!
I set up my spot near the old bridge. You know, the one that connects Fetesti to the other side? It’s got that rusty charm, like it’s seen some stuff. I cast my line, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids shows up. They’re loud, laughing, and splashing water everywhere. I’m like, “Dude, I’m trying to fish here!” But they’re having the time of their lives, so I can’t be too mad.
Then, I get a bite! My heart races. I’m reeling it in, and it’s a decent-sized catfish. I’m pumped! But just as I’m about to pull it out, the kids start cheering, and one of ‘em accidentally kicks my cooler. My lunch goes flying! I’m talking about my sandwich, my drink, everything! I’m fuming, but I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a comedy movie.
After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll down Strada Tineretului, looking for a place to grab a bite. I find this little joint, “La Pescăruș,” and man, their fish soup is to die for! I sit down, and the waiter’s this old dude who’s seen it all. He starts telling me stories about the river, how it used to be full of fish back in the day. I’m just nodding, thinking, “Yeah, I wish I was fishing then!”
Feeling all nostalgic, I head back to the river. The sun’s setting, painting the sky orange and pink. It’s magical. I cast my line again, and this time, I’m in the zone. No kids, no distractions. Just me and the water. But then, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of geese flying overhead. They’re squawking like they own the place. I can’t help but chuckle.
Suddenly, I feel a tug on my line. I’m like, “Finally!” I start reeling it in, and it’s a big one! I’m sweating, my heart’s racing. I pull it up, and it’s a massive pike! I’m shouting, “Yes! Yes!” like I just won the lottery. But then, I trip over my own feet, and the fish flops back into the water. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”
By now, it’s dark, and I’m exhausted. I pack up my gear, feeling a mix of anger and joy. Fetesti, you wild city! You’ve got me laughing, cursing, and loving every minute. I ride my bike back home, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, but that’s what makes it worth it, right?
So, here I am, back in my little apartment, thinking about tomorrow. Maybe I’ll catch that pike again. Or maybe I’ll just end up with another flat tire. Who knows? But one thing’s for sure, Fetesti, you’re never boring!