Stan has an unusual
local visit lined up: the fish auction at Motril. It’s just a couple of
miles and located, unsurprisingly, at the fish dock. We see a traditional
fishing boat on blocks presumably for maintenance. It makes a fine sight
in the evening sun.
But these aren't the usual boats anymore; it's now the world of the deep sea trawler, and these are the boats tied up at the quay unloading their catches for the auction.
Close up, these boats look as if they mean business with those metal plates hanging off the back. You wouldn’t want
to tangle with the trawlerman in the yellow leggings either.
It’s not all
mechanised though, and we surprised this chap mending nets in the traditional
way.
Now we come to the
futuristic bit. The fish come off the boats, all sorted into different types, in
these blue boxes.
Nothing unusual
about that, but then each box gets put on a slowly moving conveyor belt that
passes in front of rows of seats where the buyers sit. Notice that there are
several TV screens facing the buyers.
The conveyor belt
stops at each blue box under a downward pointing camera so a picture of the
fish in that box is shown on the TV screen. The bidding for that box now
starts, in complete silence! This is how it works.
You can perhaps see
that each buyer is holding something: it’s an electronic pad that he presses
to make a bid. The highest bidder’s device also identifies the bidder, and a
ticket is printed out that falls into the box so the purchaser can find what
he’s bought at the end of the auction. The conveyor belt then moves on to the
next box.
Stan’s comment, on
looking at the TV screen images of the various fish types going past, was,
“It’s very sad, this is their last family photograph!”
So it’s goodbye
from the fish auction, and from the big fella in a box all to himself.
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