Onwards
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 13 Dec 2009 23:48
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Onwards, Conditions and a
Nivea Moment.
I'll start by explaining the Nivea
Moment. My "friend" who wants to remain anonymous told me a story. She bought a
new pot of Nivea Moisturising Cream, a BIG pot. She undid the old pot that had a
tiny amount left, opened the brand new full pot and proceeded to fill the nearly
empty pot from the new pot, it took some time and has now become for purposes of
daft happenings a "Nivea Moment".
  Meet the new Microwave. A fisherman in the early morning sun in
Roseau.
We spent a couple of days in St Lucia
to do a few jobs and for Bear to buy me my new microwave, the old one blew up -
well not so much blew up as faded quietly and silently - the beans danced around
like the finale to The Saturday Night Palladium, twirling in the light, but
after five minutes the beans remained stone cold. Anyway, in the same shop he
bought me a new salt and a new pepper grinder, old one got the lids stuck and he
applied brute force with a pair of pliers and decapitated both.
We sat in the cockpit as is our usual
habit for a game of Backgammon, rum cocktail of course and a packet of plantain
crisps each. I knew them to be a bit sweet, so, chance to use my brand new salt
grinder. Twisting away, nothing happened, Bear was too busy setting his men up
to notice. I said "Make no comment" as he looked up. I turned the salt pot
upside down to find a clear plastic sticker over the hole. He fell about
laughing and had wet eyes.
See Pepe fume
Paint Pepe's face a dangerous shade
of pink
See Bear duck as he was hit about the
head with a wooden cribbage scorer
Duck Bear Duck
Now known as a "Nivea
Moment"
 First chum
of the season - off Martinique
   Passing by an anchored chum on the approach to Fort de France, Martinique, Skipper keeping a sharp eye out.
  First chap and
first friend in the early morning sun
  Roseau, Dominica - this cruise ship taking on local supplies
  Swiss
flagged sailing vessel in Rita conditions 12 - now you see it, now you don't, in
winds force 7 to 8 making a ten hour journey into seven.
  From Roseau to Portsmouth, whoosh,
Bear's replacement hat (first lost inn Venezuela) had
to be rescued as it flew off. Petroline, the manager
of the Purple Turtle
  I laid for twenty minutes being eaten
alive by sand flies - only to have my piece of steak bait retrieved with his
back to - suffer for your art - OK I'm running.
See Bear Run, Run Bear
Run
  While I was crab
hunting, Skipper was slaving over a hot beach for a rare afternoon
off.
  Day Hay or Deshaies as it is spelt and a smashing sunset at anchor
  Charliz
overtaking us, but still chance to wave, the seas had smoothed a little, wind
gusting 42 knots, Beez top speed 8.2 knots en route to Jolly
Harbour
 ALL IN ALL HAPPY TO BE THIS
FAR NORTH AS THE WEATHER IS SHOCKING FURTHER SOUTH
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