the ultra small 'jetty' at the right of west coast park.
the entrance.
the fishing spot.
and the cartoon drawing i didn't understand.
the 'jetty'.
i didn't know i brought my camera until we were leaving. so i actually walked all the way back, and have my dad wait for a few minutes, to snap some pictures as memorial purposes. the national park officer came and gave a warning. he didn't say anything because we were packing up already, and he didn't see any fishes with us. but the stupid fish in the plastic bag decided to jump and grab whoever's attention, as if to seek revenge. the officer actually asked for my ic, but i lied about forgetting to bring. so he asked my dad's, and instead of an ic, my dad gave his name card. HAHA. he asked for our home address so that a letter of warning could be sent. my dad replied, "megamart. first floor office. second floor my house. you don't know.?" and the stupid indian guard actually believed. people nowadays... upon reaching home, i took a picture of my total catch today. 9 fishes in total.