Yacht Ariel
Henry Adams
Wed 7 May 2008 17:48
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Henry and his mum - henceforth the old bat - are
enjoying cracked conch and a beer in a busy ramshackle little bar in sleepy
George Town in the Exumas. The old bat arrived on Ariel last night - all
neat and scrubbed up in preparation (Ariel, not the old b) - and the evil
skipper on best behaviour (any bossing of the hapless crew from now on and
he gets a clip around the ear - and a reminder of the no of times his crew has
wiped his bottom). Skip looking weather-beaten and salty with a reasonable
excuse of a beard. I now can't tell the difference between him and
any of the other bearded souls drifting around in salt-stained
shorts, laptop in hand, looking for their free plug-in spot. A pretty good
night's sleep - hardly surprising after being up for over 23 hours yesterday -
and have sampled Ariel's delightful facilities (bucket) without awful mishap so
far. Now stocked up and planning the next few days of meandering
northwards through marine wilderness and turquoise shallows, exploring tiny cays
and reefs and beaches - can't be bad - before girding our loins for the hop
to Bermuda.
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