Celebrations
An sms message from Edina Lalic informs us that we have a wedding anniversary today. What would we do without Edina! Luckily there will be, inadvertently, "celebrations" today.
At 5pm there's a crazy one. We gather all the Norwegians we can and change to swim-wear and snorkeling gear. . We're heading for Jimbo's Rock and Blues Café. And pool-bar. There's a small pool which winds its way around the veranda deck café and past the bar. Bar stools under water. We're eight flipper-and-goggle swimmers, two dry photographers. And that'll be 10 Margaritas, please. A jolly gang, lots of splashing and laughing!
The second "celebration" is even more impromptu. We join a growing circle on the pontoon, and when we reach 14 crew from 7 Norwegian boats we head out to find a place to eat. Ending up at "Boat House", seafood and jazz restaurant. The staff are friendly, pulling together a great amount of small tables, making one 14-crew long table for us. Another great evening, yarns retold.
And how many diesel jerry cans will you be hauling aboard?
Some of us stop by the Casino on the way back. We just have to have a look. Some of the younger crowd throw some $5 chips onto the green felt tables. Cards flying, they gradually lose the lot. "Babette" is among those content to goggle at the betting. And the gaudy, noisy "bandits" under the cold bluish light. Unreal.
At 5pm there's a crazy one. We gather all the Norwegians we can and change to swim-wear and snorkeling gear. . We're heading for Jimbo's Rock and Blues Café. And pool-bar. There's a small pool which winds its way around the veranda deck café and past the bar. Bar stools under water. We're eight flipper-and-goggle swimmers, two dry photographers. And that'll be 10 Margaritas, please. A jolly gang, lots of splashing and laughing!
The second "celebration" is even more impromptu. We join a growing circle on the pontoon, and when we reach 14 crew from 7 Norwegian boats we head out to find a place to eat. Ending up at "Boat House", seafood and jazz restaurant. The staff are friendly, pulling together a great amount of small tables, making one 14-crew long table for us. Another great evening, yarns retold.
And how many diesel jerry cans will you be hauling aboard?
Some of us stop by the Casino on the way back. We just have to have a look. Some of the younger crowd throw some $5 chips onto the green felt tables. Cards flying, they gradually lose the lot. "Babette" is among those content to goggle at the betting. And the gaudy, noisy "bandits" under the cold bluish light. Unreal.
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