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So, if you read my introduction, you know that I am a very small bright green plastic owl, who until today, led a fairly boring life as the constant companion of a nice, but completely deaf and mute gentleman named Gene. There was no conversation, no listening to great music, no dancing, no dinner parties! My life was dull as dishwater! I read The Secret and I tried to manifest a different existence, but year after ...
... will be living aboard. The floors are back down and the bunks and cabins are habitable again. We are at a dock so we can get "shore power" which means we can run the Air Con without having the generator going. The girls have unpacked their bags, made their beds and have sunk a few drinks at Lagoonies before dinner. We've just ordered so I'll make it short and sweet tonight.
Hope you're all well. Ciao for now.
... so on but sadly you don't really get the opportunity to socialise with the Islanders themselves. They do appreciate you acknowledging them when you pass in the street or chat in a business environment but it is still very much a partitioned Colonial style society (or at least what I imagine a Colonial Society was like).
Anyway that's all for the moment from this particular outpost of the Empire. God save the Queen.
Hope you are all well.
... survive. They have free wifi and have a happy hour every afternoon from Five till six where all drinks are $2. So don't try contacting me after 5pm. The other bonus is that all the companies doing work on the yacht are within two blocks so I will not need a car either. So living costs will drop right down which is great. Accommodation and the motor hire will have cost me close to $1700 because of the delays but there is nothing anyone could really have done to avoid them after the Hurricane.
... the most fantastic sensations I have ever had.
Right; I'm in control now! Time to get my bearings...... yes....... I know where I am. Time to
take the long route home. Why not I asked myself. Turning us south-west towards Isle de Pinel, a place we have swum at. Looks so different and tiny from up here: now more southerly over Orient Beach on the Eastern side of St Maarten. Oh what joy and freedom to be able to do this. Imagining that birds do this all the time. OK... ...