A difficult day
Struggled to get up early and discovered that Woza and Hummus (The Funnel Guy) never made it home. One of the people from the yacht rental place helped us get the boat moored onto the marina. He confused the hell out of me saying things like tie a line off on the mid-cleat. Since he didn’t seem to be speaking English I let Judge help him out. It was never like this when Woza was skipper.
Woza and Hummus turn up wasted after drinknig right through at Banana Bar. Just in time to pack before the taxi to the airport. Hummus who has already lost his phone and rubber fist (don’t ask) turned up without our funnel Denise. After stopping at a couple of pubs on the way to the airport we are resigned to the fact that it is gone for good. We have changed his nickname to The Guy.
Our last job was photos and drunken songs for Nathalie. It is sad to leave our floating home for the last few weeks. We will all miss her and the great adventures we had with her.
All that is left to do is fly to Jamaica. And boy did we fly.
April 23rd, 2007 at 9:31 am
I love how you have a clear tan line in the shape of your sunglasses in this picture.
April 24th, 2007 at 12:25 am
Drinking in the sun all day will do that :)