What a Day
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What a day
So there we
were, wondering what to do with ourselves for the morning. We knew we had a lunch appointment on the French side, but that was still about an hour and a half away. The morning had started slowly and while leisurely eating breakfast on the terrace watched a yacht which had just entered the lagoon through the 9.30 bridge drop anchor. To take up a bit of time, started doing an odd repair that had been niggling as I'd not had the will to actually start it. Well, now seemed as good a time as any. And surprisingly it all went well and the towel rail was finally secured and would never ever fall off the wall again. While putting the tools away glanced out the huge glass doors leading to the lagoon and thought to myself, "that’s strange
on the island. Grabbing his radio and leaping into the dingy in a matter of seconds. (I think he was thinking to himself, 'If there’s going to be a disaster, it’s NOT going to on my watch!). in reality, nobody wants an accident, because it leads to police investigations; possible litigation; and people’s names in the newspapers. Not to mention the value of damages that can
be caused by one large vessel colliding with another! By now a crowd had assembled on the dock and someone had the good idea of getting buffers off some of the yachts and large motor vessels moored in the complex and dropping them over the side to try and cushion the impact of this rogue vessel as it drifted inexorably towards them
then, it was merely a damage limitation exercise. And then would you believe
it, the owner returned! As we say in England, ‘what an absolute xxxxxxx dickhead.’ The first thing anyone in charge of a craft has to do is make totally sure the vessel is safe before leaving. Well, this dickhead hadn’t. Between the three of us, and the owners wife we slowly extricated the yacht from where it had fouled other boats lines and anchor chains. And suddenly it was free. The owner had the engine on and edged it away from the moored boats. What an absolute palaver. And just to prove what an idiot he was he never even said thank you..... Now don’t you think that it just SO rude
It was 12:15 and we were meeting friends in Marigot on the French side. (remember the
beginning of the blog). The dingy was already out so Dyana & I shot out the Simpson Bay Marina towards heading for the restaurant. Listening to the sshhhhhh of water under the boat as we crossed the invisible border and on towards the French harbour. We must have been about 500 yards out and smelt burning!! Yes. The unmistakable smell of fire! And there it was. What at some time in its life had been quite a nice boat, was now going up in flames. And on the water as well. Fortunately no one on board. All that was left, was a blackened and charred still mouldering hull and with a few licks of flames emanating from within the stern. We circled it
just to make sure..... yes..... nobody in trouble...... and continued on our way. (Hope you like the video.) Lunch in the French marina was excellent with our friends, and with all the excitement, was only about five minutes late to meet them. So tonight, we’re definitely not going out, because they say that things happen in threes... and since two had already happened that day, we were certainly not taking any chances on the third.
So that night we went to Marigot, and watched the dancing girls which was a brilliant
surprise. Now don’t you think that’s a full day?