So, I was completely lying about it being a 9 hour trip to Portofino, I'm a little disorientated (and blonde), it was 9 hour trip to the island of Elba... Portofino was just around the corner, literally 10 minutes away. Of course, it was the joke of the century when I blurted out "wow, Portifino is SO beautiful", they ALWAYS pick on me, it's tough being the only girl on the boat.
The trip here was summin else. It started off okay, there were tuna jumping everywhere so we threw out a few lines, didn't catch anything but still fun.I didn't get to go do any grocery shopping as we left in such a hurry to try beat the bad weather and now we're in Elba anchored by a little woop-woop town with a "shop" the size of my cabin so I'm pretty low on food supplies, gaaaah, thank goodness for the little old man on his fishing boat, we flagged him down and he sold us some lovely fresh fish which literally came straight out the sea, onto his boat and onto our boat in the space of about 10 minutes and then gutted, cooked and served straight away... how's THAT for fresh fish? We're meant to be in a "protected" bay but the boat has just started rolling around like crazy, we might have to pick up the anchor and head off somewhere else, the lady on the radio is saying in her seductive Italian voice (weaatherr, warrrning, thunderstorms, warning, South Westerly, force 7, weeeather FOREcast, thunderstorms, warning, poor visibility", yeah it's not sounding good. A small part of me kind of LOVES the thought of being stuck in a thunderstorm on a boat in the middle of no where, SO exciting... and then I remember that I have to slave away in the galley while everyone else sits in the wheelhouse and enjoys the ride and then I don't like the thought of it so much.
Other than the scary weather, we're having a great time, the owners are lovely and the places we're going to are beautiful. Ronnie and I went off in the tender for a little browse around the town, SO Italian... scooters, ice cream, incredible pasta, limoncello you NAME it.
I have some beautiful photographs but this internet costs SO much money and the captain will kill me for uploading photos, so I better not. He's starting to lose the plot I think... he's just gone into his cabin and told me... "if any one comes looking for me, tell them I've gone to Afghanistan to plant opium and make MILLIONS"... mmmmkay.
Hoping we don't have to move but I'm sleeping with my uniform on cos we're probably gonna have to pick the anchor up and head off any time soon, I'm practically being thrown out of my bed the boat's rolling so badly.
Hoping we don't have to move but I'm sleeping with my uniform on cos we're probably gonna have to pick the anchor up and head off any time soon, I'm practically being thrown out of my bed the boat's rolling so badly.
