the end of 3 weeks, wow still pinching ourselves. How LUCKY have we been.
the good ship Awaroa . She's a beauty 40 meter 4 story giant. Kiwi Owners, 7 crew, and a "you would not believe it' seasons itinerary coming up!
Adjustment. We really aren't in Rock Bay now love. Living on board is something else, as is the lingo..... i don't sleep in a room, i sleep in a cabin, the living area is a mess, the bathroom is the Head, and Paul will be found in the galley.
The Mess..... this is were shit goes down. it's the TV room, the Office, the dining room. at the moe there is 4 of us, Toni, the Kiwi head Stew, and Neil the young Canadian deck hand.
It's a challenging aspect... varied characters being in a squeezed living space.
3 weeks... really? is that it. g it sure has filled itself up with drama.
the most memorable the dismissal of the Captain. here today gone tomorrow. ...the nature of the beast.
but it seems getting on with the owners shan't be a problem. Adrian was here staying in a hotel. He rang Toni 1 nite, he need a phone charger and came down to the boat just as i put dinner on the table. As Toni went up i jokingly said to invite him to the Mess for dinner. He Accepted! Classic moment.. Meatballs and vino with the Boss in the mess.
i love being on the water. the lapping of the sea against the boat, the banging of leads against yacht masks, the odd sway, which when in the interior actually reminds you, you are on the water(it's that big !). the breeze smelling like salt, and the light! so bright it could blind you.
we still have a life at the moment. dining out never stops to amaze me. 10pm the place is alive eating and drinking and eating.
the football Real Madrid vs Mallorca was a good one, 10pm kick off, family affair. felt a little out of place cos i wasn't wearing my high heels.
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