Lunch at the Royal Suva Yacht Club
We had a late start, bimbled around the shops for an hour before getting a taxi to the Royal Suva Yacht Club. We presented ourselves to the lady at reception who welcomed us and pointed to the bar and restaurant. A tired building that doesn’t look too bad from a little way back.
The skipper and Maj arrived soon after we did and posed in the now, warm sunshine.
Very sheltered RSYC Marina.
Steve and Bear pose.
The haul-out facilities opposite.
We sat in the clean and comfortable restaurant, and each chose the days three pound thirty special – battered swordfish and chips, very nice it was too. Apparently the steaks are wonderful and the rest of the menu has a great reputation. It was nice to sit awhile and watch the world go by, a sport fisher came to drop her crew and refuel, then the pilot came in for a wash and brush up.
Bear signed the guestbook on the way out.
We looked at the old photographs on the wall and bimbled over to the chandlery opposite.
Very bijou was said chandlery, so out of there in a couple of minutes.
We stop to admire the ‘One Careful Owner’ outboard dangling from a shed we passed, the umbrellas clearly enhanced the experience. We crossed the road and took a pound taxi ride [for the four of us] back to town.
After a successful detour to a DVD shop, where we bought films for seventy five pence, promised none had been videoed in a cinema but may have a few subtitles at chest height........., we took on the clothing floor at Big Bear’s. The home department was all we could face yesterday.
I could not picture anyone's granddaughter in these particular monstrosities' let alone our Duchess – even after dividing the cost by three. I did ask the lady if she had any baggy trousers and she did show me a purple pair with what looked like the coloured ends from yellow drawing pins down each leg. Unable to take anymore of this high quality fashion we made a quick stage left exit for home.
Bear went to the pool, the towels from yesterday still not quite dry.................... I fought copying the new films.
In he went, came up and told me I wouldn’t like the cold water. ‘Nuff said, Guv. In the evening we bimbled back down to the food hall and if I eat anymore Chinese chicken I’ll either take on the look or start preening my feathers, so long as I don’t start laying eggs....................
ALL IN ALL RSYC - AGED BUT PLEASANT