I get a bad night’s sleep and am cranky first thing because I don’t feel well, and Mike’s headache turns into a migraine so we are a couple of old crocks today.
Mike takes all the passports and goes over to check out at the Customs and Immigration office, then we sail over to Norman Island intending to stop for lunch at either The Indians or The Caves. It is a good sail across. We tacked up the channel until the wind lightened and headed us away from Norman so we took the sails down and motored to The Indians. As usual, it was like a car park – no mooring balls available so we carried on to The Caves.
Only David and Nicky actually go snorkelling, everyone else is having a lazy day.
I check the internet for a recipe for coconut rice and make my version of it, trying to emulate Tony’s (The Elm) rice. I probably put too much Coco Lopez in it as it is stickier than I thought, but it goes beautifully with the shrimp and is a great success.
After lunch we motor around the corner and pick up a mooring ball in front of the beach at Pirates in The Bight, and everyone except Mike, myself and Chris (all in different states of poorlyness) go ashore. Once they have finished swimming and drinking, we move and anchor near to the Willy T, so that they will only have a short dinghy ride when they go to eat later.
Photo: Burhan taking a late afternoon nap
Deliverance, the supplies boat, drops by and is just too tempting for our guests who all get an ice cream, before heading off to eat at the Willy T. Stories of body shots and naked girls with whipped cream have been told, which makes some in a hurry to get there, and others a little more circumspect!
Photo: Shyelynn gets her obligatory Willy T ‘tattoo’
In the event, it is a pretty tame night at the Willy T. There are lots of family groups enjoying a somewhat quieter time than is usually had there, although I expect our clients liven it up a little.
Photo: Drinking shots at the Willy T – no one spilled a drop!
Photo: Our guests enjoying British fish and chips!
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