Monday 21st June 2010 (couldn’t post it then , sorry, it’s hard to type on a laptop when the boat is tilting so much and then we were out of mobile coverage!)
Dawdled deadly in doldrums entertained by Labros’ accounts of cosmetic surgical expertise on ever more interesting and intimate body parts. Piero plied his computer mouse in a search for tactical advantage ( or solutions!). It’s a game of snakes and ladders where tactically we had met a snake!
Jo has intrigued and enthralled us with a clever offshore version of “I” spy (or is it “eye spy” – I’ll figure that one out when we’re home). Paul won a prize for spotting Tuskar Rock. This was followed by a “legless wonder” who was first to see a Rosslare Ferry. Martina our Austrian Bow Girl claims little familiarity with English, yet knows more nautical terms than most of us natives.
As the boat finally comes “alive” (surfing down waves while I’m typing), we enjoy the beauty of Ireland’s sunny coat (yesterday – Monday), east bound from Tramore Bay to the Old Head of Kinsale.
We valiantly put up with “Bananarama” as we gallantly gorge on fruit to reduce boat weight – to get faster; Audrey reminisced on how she and others knew her then boyfriend, now husband, not as Paul but as Paolo. “Paolo” himself concurred that by his name Audrey’s family assumed that he was an “Italian Stallion”. They were so disappointed to discover that he was merely an English Pony!.
There’s much more salacious stuff but what happens offshore, stays offshore!
