SUNDAY LAZY SUNDAY
Our home for the next 6 weeks is called the Nathalie and is a beautiful 41 foot yacht. She is less than a year old and has everything you could wish for from a bbq to a fridge for the beers.
For entertainment today we took our dinghy out of the marina to the nearest white sandy beach. We had to do it in two shifts as it isn’t big enough to handle seven fully grown Kiwi boys without sinking. On the return journey to get the rest of the crew Runty was blown hopelessly off course and eventually had to be rescued by the local water taxi. That is after they watched him battle up the channel, stall, get blown back, frantically start the motor again and battle back to where he just was before stalling again several times. It’s easy to like the local sense of humour.
The other thing I am working on right now is my tan or lack of it. The other boys have all come from the New Zealand summer and are nice and brown already. I have my English winter tan on and am the whitest person in all of St Lucia. Even the English people here aren’t as white as me although that is because they are all bright pink. Sometimes I wonder if the English have any sun sense at all. The day after the match we saw one of their ex-players jogging in the midday sun. What was it Noel Coward said about mad dogs?
Some of the boys have remade old acquaintances with players on the New Zealand team and we are now sorted for free tickets for the rest of the tournament. Result.
