We have a charter starting on 20 July, just a few days away, but with Jeannius out on bareboat charter until the day before, there is nothing we can do to prepare so we spend a couple of days at CRC (Chateau Relaxeau Caribe – Malcolm’s tongue firmly stuck in cheek when he named it) doing absolutely nothing.
There has been a lot of rain over the last few weeks here and consequently millions of mosquitoes have emerged and they have emerged absolutely ravenous! In the night, some got through the opening of the mosquito net and being trapped inside with us, chomped voraciously all night on our nice sweet blood.
We have lunch with Malcolm, Candace and Robyn downstairs on the apartment terrace and although we are under cover, a torrential downpour soaks everyone except Candace and I. A couple of glasses of Pinot Grigio send me crashing to sleep in the afternoon, going under so soundly that I am unable to wake up to go to the Elms in the evening for the last night of the band. When Candace and Malcolm return afterwards, they find Mike and I huddled together under the relative safety of the mosquito net (now with pegs holding the opening together) watching the final of The Apprentice through our slingbox attached to the TV at our apartment in Worcester. Ah, the wonders of modern technology.
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