Wednesday, 24 July 2013
The captain keeps toying with my emotions, it's CRUEL. First, he promised we'd be in Bonifacio in Corsica over my birthday, I was SO happy. And then, oh SORRY we're not going there anymore, we have to stay here. Mmmkay, I guess being tied up next to a gazillion beaches on turquoise water isn't SO bad; I started my epic kayaking, nude sunbathing adventures and it was AWESOME. This morning, he tells me we're leaving, the boat's rocking too much and it's chewing up the lines (this is a bad thing), we have to leave and we're going to the port of Olbia, there's NOTHING in Olbia. It's a big old smelly port and you have to get a BUS to the beach. I had no choice but to sulk the entire day and be very mean and cross. Then, just half an hour ago: "Cary, they've made a plan, we're staying here, you can stop acting like a five year old now". Oh good thanks yaaaaaaaaay.
