tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89098080560311754662024-02-06T23:33:37.241-08:00The Twisted but True Tales from the NauticatWhere the Crew is more important than the Destination.
Where there is nothing more permanent than a good temporary solution.
Where I am the Captain but only in my own mind.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-1223994571025005942010-11-17T18:32:00.000-08:002011-05-28T21:35:59.822-07:00The Last Major Voyage of the NautivanOne of the few items I retained from my wonderfull 20 year marriage was the trusty 1995 Mercury Villager Van. This van had seen two kids grow up in the back seat. it was their mobile kitchen while transporting them to their sports games. They had many a meal in it. It was also their major transportation to all their activities and the commuter vehicle to and from work. It is now 15 years old and has almost 400,000 km on the odometer. The only reason i got it was because noone else wanted it. So this year i decided to drive it from British Columbia to Florida where the boat is stored. It will transport all the items i have made and bought for outfitting the boat this year. So i loaded down the nautivan and, with a great deal of trepidation, embarked on my journey to the great state of Florida.<br />
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I stopped off in Whiterock to visit a crew member for the upcoming year and pick up some of her heavier bags. Definitely not travelling light this year. Then off to Seattle to visit with Anita and Dave who sailed with me last year and Anita will join me again this year for the Cuba trip. The first leg of the journey was through Washington, Oregon, and into Idaho where i visited with a friend in a little town called Glenn's Ferry. It was an important crossing place on the Snake River for the Oregon Trail. Now Idaho is quite interesting. It is covered with flat land and dried out grass, sage brush, and tumble weeds. It is a huge farming area with large hay farms, cattle ranches, lots of horses, obviously the famous potato farms and sugar beets and the odd winery. Irrigation has made this area very productive. I had a fun visit with Helena in Idaho. She is a passionate Horse lover and has 3 of her own and boards others. I did get to go on a trail ride with her on one of her nicely mannered horses. It was the first time on a horse for me in 50 years. Yippee Kio Kiyeeh. Now i walk bow legged. But the horse has been replaced in Idaho and Utah by horse power and ATV's. Its the land of the pickup truck and the ATV. And these aren't compact pickups.<br />
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The off to Utah where i picked up Jen, my crew from Whiterock, at the Salt Lake City airport. Then off to Bryce Canyon in south Utah. Before you arrive at Bryce canyon you pass through Red Canyon where all the cliffs and rocks are a bright red colour.<br />
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Next major stop was the beginning of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. Again you are up at 12,000 ft and looking down into it. Nice during the day but cold at night. But it is real fantastic. And no matter what they say, the Americans couldn't have built it without a lot of cheap Mexican labour. Thank goodness for all those illegal imigrants.<br />
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The next major state i passed through was the great state of Texas. The land of hugh ranches and cattle feed lots. Low rolling hill and plains very sparsly inhabited but good for cattle grazing. And the odd oil well out in the middle of nowhere. Passed through El Paso but Rosa is a lot older now and Marty Robbins doesnt sing at her cantina anymore so we didnt stop. On to San Antonio. Besides the Spurs and one foxy Desparate Housewife, San Antonio is famous for its river walk and also a little mission church called the Alamo. The San Antonio River passes right through the middle of the city of San Antonio.<br />
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it is absolutely delightful and a fabulous place for a long walk or a leisurly strole. <br />
And the Alamo is a very interesting piece of history. yes Davey Crocket and Jim Bowie were there. But the Alamo and San Antonio were were actually in Mexican territory invaded and taken over by a bunch of immigrants from the US and some expat europeans who were dissatisfied with the conditions imposed on the colony by the mexican government and Santa Anna. They sent off to Washinton for help and reinforcements but Washinton had other things on their mind and didnt send any. So these poor 200 strong rebels defended against Santa Anna and his 2000 plus strong army. They fought hard and to the last man and put up such a good fight that even though Santa Anna captured the Alamo back he gave up on Texas and went back to Mexico and Texas became an independant territory and eventually joined the States. And the Alamo is now a symbol of fighting for freedom worldwide. I tip my coon skin hat to them all.<br />
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From San Antonio we went down to Corpus Christie and had my first swim in the gulf. And there were only around 15 oil wells visible from shore. Then off and through Galveston. Some fabulous old houses and buildings in Galveston. But Corpus Christie and Galveston are home to multitudinous oil refineries. I think there are more refineries in those two cities than in Canada.<br />
Ariving in Texas we were greated by Mitch Miller singing The Yellow Rose of Texas on the radio. The waffles in the hotel were in the shape of Texas. Yes some pickups have stear horns on the front, and its huge and flat. Ya just gotta luve the place.<br />
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Off to Louisiana. Just as we crossed the boarder we were greated by a real good thunder and lightning storm. it rained so hard i was afraid to drive over 40 on the freeway and afraid to drive slower. It was a horrendous rainfall. but it cleared enough so I had a nice drive up the backroads to Natchez on the Missippi. Very nice farms, older houses and the odd plantation. A great side trip.<br />
Next was New Orleans. Just had time for the French Quarter and that was wonderful. great food with wonderful gumbo soup. jumbalaya, catfish poboys and crawdads. And the music was terrific. There are so many bands playing there every night. There is something for every taste. And the street musisions are different and interesting as well. loved New Orleans. <br />
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From New Orleans I took the coastal route and saw some nice scenery. Got down to the gulf coast area. You could still see some of the damage done by hurricane Katrina. Some places just didnt get repaired. This area is a combination of affluence and poor areas, but it is still nice. But Florida is close and beconing so it was a quick trip through the smaller backroads to St Augustine where my boat was stored. It was a nice drive and the Nautivan ran very reliably and well. Averaged 11 liters/ 100 km and didnt burn a quart of oil for the whole tripbaggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-35695549845543404002010-01-22T16:00:00.000-08:002010-01-23T04:21:10.063-08:00Dancing With The DolphinsDancing With the Dolphins<br />
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Most of my blog is just a humorous look at the interesting people that I get to sail with and whose company I really enjoy. But every once and a while I do run into something very interesting and unique to me. And one of these occurences happened on January 22, 2010 when i was anchored inside the reefs on the Provinciales at the Turks and Caicos Islands. We were in about 8 ft of water on a nice sandy bottom in front of a gorgeous long sandy beach called Grace Bay that is wall to wall resorts. And they are beautiful resorts. But we were the only cruising boat there. And early in the morning a solitary dolphin swam up to our boat and slowly swam around us. <br />
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They cavorted around the boat for a while longer and then the smaller dolphin left but the larger one stayed. And he just relaxed around the boat for the whole morning. After a nice long walk and swim on the beach we came back to the boat and he was still there, probably enjoying the shade. Another good swim with him and it was time for us to move.<br />
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We were only going a few miles up the beach, just for a change of scenery and the dolphin followed along with us. Once we got to the new anchorage that was in front of the Club Med we got another swim and snorkel with the dolphin. And he attracted lots of attention from the passing tourist boats. Eventually he swam off to other adventures and left us alone but very happy. There is just something about a dolphin that soothes your soul and makes you feel very comfortable. This was the closest and longest swimming encounter I have had with wild dolphins and it was wonderfull. It makes for a good day and lovely company.<br />
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This has been a good year for seeing dolphins. We were joined by a pod of about 9 dolphis off San Juan , Puerto Rico that stayed and played for about 20 minutes. Another small pod came on the way to Grand Turk, and 2 dolphins came to greet us when we were arriving in the Provinciales after crossing the Caicos Bank.<br />
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One always finds the young nubile women attractive but a person has to wonder what becomes of these attractive young ladies as they age and change and what our perception of them will be as we also grow older and hopefully more mature. We all know that most women are very attractive in their early years but like everything we all grow older and some not as well as others. Women are a lot like wine, some just get better with age and some just get bitter and turn to vinegar. Not like us males who just grow fatter and our brains shrink so we become grumpier and more set in our ways. But most women are sort of like cars, they all look good when they are new and shiny on the show room floor, but what happens to them after 25 or more years of hard running, not always kept in the garage, had a couple of kids grow up in the back seat and had numerous different drivers that didn't always look after them. Well that's what really separates the classics from the just ordinary ones that were meant to be traded in every 5 years and have a short usable lifespan. We all know and admire the 30 to 36 Fords, the 55 and 57 chevys, the early Camaros, Chargers and Mustangs, any BMW, the first Toyota Tercell and the Datsun (now Nissan) 510 and 240Z, the MG's and TR3&4's. But anyone can turn into a classic. Look at the Nash Metropolitan from the 50's and 60's. Nothing was more useless when they were introduced but they are a cute adorible little classic now. So ladies never give up hope, anyone can become a classic, all it takes is a bit of maintenance and to look after yourself. But what of all the others. The ones that were only loved for a short period of time? I had the recent fortune to have run into some of these women who were considered very attractive when they were young and in their prime but now have aged and are entering the golden years of their life. Some have done well and some have had some hard knocks in their life and dealt with it in different ways. Here are some of their stories.</div>
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Who is the man most of us of the male sex admire and wish we could emulate? Who is our hero and the dashing lady killer that all of us wish we were? It's none other than James Bond, that handsome rogue and smooth talking lady killer. The man who can have any woman he wants and then leaves them behind for the next conquest. The man who has the lifestyle of a chipmunk, he eats, roots and leaves. What male wouldnt want to be him or be like him. But what happens to the ladies he loves and leaves. <br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Honey Rider </span></b><br />
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We all remember Honey Rider, the lovely young lady from the Bahamas that James met on Crabbe Key when he was hunting Dr. No. She was the first of the known Bond girls. She set the standard for all the others. Who can forget that fabulous picture of her coming out of the surf with that gorgeous body just clad in that skimpy (at the time) bikini. What an attractive woman she was. <br />
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We all know her story, lost her parents when she was young and forced to fend for herself from and early age. She was young, innocent and abused by the first man in her life. He took advantage of her and her situation and treated her horribly so she dispatched him from this earth by capturing a scorpion and setting it on him and he was stung to death. Then along came Bond and Dr No. The nefarious Dr. No tried to do her in and James protected her just so he could have his way with her. But did James protect poor Quarell, his buddy and guide to the island of Dr. No? Not a chance . He let poor Quarrell take all the heat and be toasted. But there was not even a soot stain on that lovely little bikini on Honey. Nothing was going to happen to her untill James had his way with her and was then finished with her, which he did. But what happened after that. He just abandoned her, just one of his conquests. But what about her? What became of Honey Rider? <br />
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Honey Rider ( now Janet X ) at 59<br />
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Well she is alive and kicking and still in the Bahamas and living on a small key all by herself, with just her pet dolphin for company. She has changed her name and now goes by the name Janet Xterminator , Lionfish Hunter. <br />
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She is a confirmed environmentalist and lives a very simple life. Growing all her own food and recycling all her left over products. She is a fine example of what a person can be and how gentle and unobtrusive a person can be and still live on this planet. She has dedicated herself to extinguishing as many lionfish as she can from the Bahamian waters. We all know that Lionfish are an invasive species and threatening to devastate her beloved reefs and waters of the Bahamas, the only home she has ever known. So she while she still collects shells she is also hellping to eradicate the lionfish population. The lionfish is an invasive species to the atlantic tropical waters and is the alpha male of the coral reefs. no predaters and eats all the nubile young of all other species, sort of like James Bond. Is there a connection here? <br />
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Janet Xterminator, Lionfish Hunter ( the former Honey Rider)<br />
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But life wasn't always easy for poor Honey and life did take its toll early on. It seem that James was just like all the men in poor young Honey Riders life. Just wanted her for their own use and cast her aside when they were done. That doesnt' do a young innocent woman much good for her self esteem and also her outlook towards the male world. To her all men were users and she was fed up with being used. And she was also pregnant by James. She had a male child that she had to look after. She tried living in Nassau and Georgetown and raising her son James jr and hoping that her James would come back and look after her and help with his responsibilities, but never a word. And young Jimmy was a fine lad. Strong, athletic, virile, just like his dad. But any males who came into Honey's life just wanted one thing and with only a small skimpy bikini standing between them and what they wanted, she did get abused and used more often than she should have. And how did she deal with this? The only way she knew how. Eventually the scorpion population got a bit low and the authorities started to get suspicious, so she became a recluse and moved to Abandoned Key and lived by herself and raised her son and only came in contact with the outside world when the odd cruiser dropped anchor on her island and came ashore and found her. And did James ever offer support for his son? Not a chance. Out of sight, out of mind. Never look back. The world revolves around him.<br />
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Now Jimmy grew up to be a fine man. She raised him as best she could with her limited means but eventually he got tired of living the lonely solitary life on Abandoned Key and left to explore the greater world. He abandoned his mother just like every other male had and left her devastated and alone. He eventually joined the British army and is an SAS soldier in Afganistan. And poor Janet lives alone on Abandoned Key and lives a simple life that anyone would be proud of. She has grown a lot older and wiser and is now in her 60's but you still can't hide those gorgeous looks and that gorgeous body. <br />
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Janet X and her trained attack dolphin<br />
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But pity the poor sailor that visits Abandoned Key and runs into Janet Xterminator, the Lionfish hunter. Because as well as trying to keep down the Lionfish population, she also collects the spines and poison from the lionfish and does use it for her own purposes. And she does have a dark side to her. She never forgot how she was treated by the male population. There has been many a poor sailor drop his hook for the last time at Abandoned Key. Many have taken their last dinghy ride ashore or swim there. Because Abandoned Key is small and off the beaten track and doesn't show up on most charts. There is no value to the place and no reason to visit. But it is an integral part of the Bermuda Triangle and we all know what happens in the Bermuda Triange. A lot of ships and people just go missing there and are never accounted for. And lovely, sweet Janet has a lot to do with that. She can take her revenge on the male population with seeming complete immunity from there and she does. So James, you turned a lovely innocent young lady into a deadly maneater just so you could have another conquest and stroke your male ego. Just an alpha male doing his thing. And now poor innocent sailors are paying the ultimate price for your selfish ways.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Pussy Galore</span></b><br />
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I had the good fortune to run into Pussy Galore who was with James Bond in his Goldfinger adventure. You remember Pussy, the lovely pilot who led Auric Goldfingers flying squad. A dedicated pilot and an absolute babe. Then along came James and seduced her and turned her against her boss and his scheme to corner the gold market. Auric wasnt so bad, just ahead of his time. The modern day bankers and supposed investment managers and junk bond dealers are way worse and there is no "Double O" fellow bumping them off. How we as a society have changed. Well what do you think became of lovely Pussy. One great roll in the hay and she was turned. But in the aftermath she was deemed a security risk and permanently stripped of her pilots license. No more flying for her. And what is a nice girl like her to do when left alone with her sole means of support taken from her? <br />
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Pussy Galore<br />
Well with a name like Pussy she had to change it and totally reinvent herself. She is now Ann Otherlife and has done quite well but it has been a long and hard haul for her. First she went back to school and reeducated herself. Being very athletic and good at all sports she tended towards education and became a physical education teacher. While at university she excelled at basketball, swimming, volleyball. and soon no one remembered Pussy and her previous life was totally forgotten. But there were still after effects that she couldn't shake. She was drawn to charming, shallow men who like their martinis shaken, not stirred. But eventually she married one who liked his martinis often and wasn't particular how they were made. She had two lovely children with him but eventually the constant string of drinking got to her and she gave him the boot and raised her children on her own.<br />
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Krazy Lady Ann ( the former Pussy Galore) at 56<br />
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Another attempt at a relationship also failed because he too was attatched to his drinks and also had a wandering eye. A pattern with her partners was setting in so she decided to become herself instead of some alpha males appendage. Her judgment of the male species was suspect so she withdrew her affections and withdrew into herself for a while. So Ann learned how to be completely self sufficient and finally came to peace with herself. Always the athelete she branched out into all sports and now is very well rounded. She threw herself into teaching and coaching all types of school sports and developing the young women of the next generation to become complete persons unto themselves and not to fall victim to the manipulations of members of the male species. She gave back unselfishly, unlike you James the Taker. A real person.<br />
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Life is Good Live slow, sail fast. It doesnt get any better than this<br />
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I ran into Ann when she was following her new passion, Sailing. She has a nice small sailboat that she single hands around the northern east coast of the US where she lives. A nice light 28 ft Roger Martin design with a retractable bow sprit, a large assymetrical chute and a very comfortable interior, aptly named The Krazy Lady. If you are ever passed by someone going upwind at 7 knots and hanging out on a trapeeze or left for dead by a small red hull doing 15 knots downwind and the single handed skipper screaming and hoooting with glee, it would be Ann. She is finally living the good life, live slow, sail fast. Like a good wine, she has got better with age. Sailing is now one of her many passions. Not you James. So she has done very well for herself, in spite of her mistaken and poor judgement in having a fling with Mr Gone With the Wind Bond.<br />
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Then there was Solitaire, the Tarot reading lady from Live and Let Die. She was young, gorgeous, and still a virgin. She had a good thing going with Mr Big in Jamaica. She could predict the future for him. He looked after her, treated her like the important , intelligent, and classy lady she was. All she had to do was remain a virgin and use her psychic powers to help Mr. Big with his future plans, whatever they were. Then along comes James and upsets the apple cart. He charms her, seduces her, robs her of all her powers, and takes away her financial support in one fell swoop. No more powers and ability to see the future and no more Mr. Big. The woman was devastated. One great big Orgasm and nothing else. Everything gone. She was used and abused and abandoned. So what happened to her?<br />
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Well hindsight is everything and we all have it. Solitaire, whose real name was Jennifer Junque, finally realised that she had traded in a good gig with Mr Big for one pathetic little orgasm with James, Mr. Little, Bond. She should have at least waited and finally surrendered to Mr Big and enjoyed a long and happy sex life. She realised she had made the wrong choice, Mr. Big or Mr. small and puny. Stamina and staying power or a quick roll in the hay. You should have read your own Tarot cards Solitaire. And she regrets her mistake. <br />
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Jennifer ( the former Solitaire) at 60<br />
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But all that was no longer available to her. And on top of that she had twins from her one night of minor bliss. She had 2 girls, which she named Jane and Joan and gave them the last name of Junque - Bond. But life was not easy for Jennifer in the aftermath of our wonderfull Mr. Bond. No visits, no contact, no how are you doing, and definitely no support. Never heard from him again. So she moved to South Africa where she could start a new life and did the best she could do in raising her two daughters and finding a life for herself. She modeled swimsuits and bikinis for a while but couldn't stand the constant ogling of the male population. After all she never lost her class, just her virginity. She had origionally thought that wonderfull body was going to be For Your Eyes Only James. <br />
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Jenny on one of her exotic vacations looking good<br />
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So she went back to school and retrained herself. She programmed computers for a while 'cause she was always smart. She did find a man for a short period of time but he was domminating and abusive so it didnt last too long. Mostly she was a single mother. And a good one, Not selfish but devoted to her two daughters. And thats the most important and difficult job in the world. Raising good children that will be a credit and benefit for the next generation. And she did well. But all this has an affect on a youg lady. She became quiet and shy, lost a lot of her self confidence, and became a bit withdrawn and almost anti social. She wasn't good in crowds and tended to stick to herself and her family. It's hard to believe that someone as attractive and smart as she was could lose all her self confidence so easily. But it happens. But while James had taken away her identity and life he still couldn't destroy the classy person who was hidden deep inside. She quit trusting men but still did a fabulous job of raising her daughters. They both went to university and one became a lawyer who specialises in divorce and making all those dead beat dads and hubbys pay their rightfull child and wife support. And the other became an architect and builder and helps a lot of these women build new homes and lives for themselves after their divorce. But I wonder if that is all they really do. They both tend to dissappear for long stretches of time often during the year and I have a suspicion that they track down a lot of the unfaithful men and give them some of their own justice. Thank goodness Jennifer never told them who their real father was.<br />
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And when Jennifer finally had some time to herself she started to look out for just her own self. Always the smart one and with some of her pscychic powers slowly coming back. She invested wisely in the stock market, Krugerands. and of all things junk bonds. And she made a killing. So life has turned around for her. She lives in a beautiful house in a gated community in South Africa, has a chauffer that is appropriately named Mr. Big, a house boy and butler, cook named Mr. Goodnight, and a personal trainer and bodyguard that looks after a lot of her other needs named Mr. Stamina, and a personal mechanic for her fleet of BMW's named Mr. Often. Life for her is finally good. She has all she could possibly want and she deserves it. She spends her time sailing and diving in exotic locations around the world and with hiking, mountain climbing and anything active. Her looks have changed as well. Her hair is now naturally bleached a dirty blond from all her exotic vacations in the sun. Whoever said money can't buy happiness either doesn't have it or doesn't know how to spend properly or doesn't know Jennifer. She is still gorgeous, classy and active. She has left behind a string of broken hearts. Living proof that you can Live and let Live and you don't Only Live Twice. You should have stuck with that one James. She is everything a man could possibly want. But she is no longer available for a pathetic little man like you. She has moved on and up. What a loser you are James.<br />
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I ran into Solitaire again when i was in Cuba doing some cruising and diving. She is still pursuing her passion which is diving in all sorts of exotic locations. And she is a great diver and loves to take photographs. We were dive buddies on a few dives and there is no better dive buddy than her. She is concientious, competent, attentive to others and is in good shape and just looks so good you always know where she is and keep a good eye out for her. She is now 65 and a grandmother, but you would never know it to look at her. She looks better and classier than ever.<br />
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She leaves a lot of broken hearts in her wake, but any lover is a lucky one and can count his blessings and take away great memories. Its just like big game fishing, sometimes the ones that get away are the best and most memorable. Her interests are many and varied and she is very well read. She isn't just a one interest one trick pony like her first lover, James. She has aged to perfection, not just aged. I think that her mind and how she lives her life is what keeps her young and healthy and attractive and vibrant. And what a lovely mind it is.<br />
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I mistook it for aggression at first and i made sure she was between me and the eel, but she gave it a couple of soft love taps and it went on its way happily and content. She has a way with eels, especially large thick brown ones. <br />
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She seemed to have forgiven me for having worked with James and helped him with his career and conquests. I guess there is no place on that gorgeous body she can hold a grudge with out it showing. She slummed it and came over to my boat for a nice lobster dinner, the only way i could attract her there. Lobster and a nice Soth African wine are one of her favourites. Then she was off to Cayo Largo for some more diving and a few weeks on the beach in an all inclusive. She does travel first class and she has the class to go with it.<br />
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Another of the ladies I had the good fortune of meeting was Holly Goodnight from James adventures in Hong Kong when he was after The Man with the Golden Gun. She was the good looking skinny blonde that ran around in a skimpy bikini all the time. And what a babe, you don't get any better looking than her. But she very young and wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Very easily influenced and not a lot of self confidence or assertiveness. She did work for the secret service in a small capacity and James used his position of authority and his charm to remove that fabulously fitting bikini from her gorgeous body and to have his way with her. He was thinking short term, like 10 minutes, like he always does while I think she was Into long term. She was an easily lead young girl and easily impressed, which he likes.<br />
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But he was gone real quick and left her wondering what happened. And it didn't help her career, sleeping with that casanova. She had to quit the secret service and moved to the colonies (Canada) where she still resides. She changed her name to Leslie Ismore. Well Leslie didn't have that great an experience with men after that. She thought sex was just a quicky and mainly for the man's benefit. Wasn't every man like James? So she gravitated to a bunch of unsatisfactory relationships and eventually married a man who was very similar to James, self centered, quick and dominating, and put her down and didn't give her much credit for anything. <br />
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But they did have two kids, 2 nice boys, and she was a good mom. really concentrated on her kids. and she had a good career for a while and worked hard. She was always a hard worker. But her sex life wasn't very good, nothing in it for her. Always for the other person. And her hubby didn't help much. Sound like someone else we know? And he started to drink too much. So she gave him the boot and went on to raise the kids herself. This she did for a while but when you are as good looking as she is you eventually attract male admirers. But her ability to judge wasn't great and she settled for an Argentinian soccer player who didn't do much else, except dance. And can she dance to latin music. Wrap that lovely body of hers up in a slinky dress and just watch it move and you will eat your heart out. Skimpy bikini or long sleek dress, which looks better on her? They both look great. So her life revolved around kids, work, and dancing. but this didn't last too long even though Juan was good with the kids. He just didn't have enough on the ball and eventually returned to Argentina, without Les.<br />
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Les Ismore enjoying herself and in her element<br />
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On her own again she devoted herself to her family but eventually hooked up with another man, but he wasn't much better. Didn't help much with the kids or the finances so when the two boys grew older and moved out she ditched No. Three and set out for a different life, one for herself. She moved to a small town and went into business for herself and concentrated on helping herself develop into the wonderfull person she knew she could be. She read a lot of interesting self help books, did yoga, and meditated. And kept in great shape as she always did look after herself physically. And she became very strong emotionally and very self sufficient. But unfortunately her business didn't do well so she folded it and now works at all sorts of odd jobs like gardening, cleaning, B & B management just to make ends meet. but she is a very proud person and now a complete person. And she is living a very simple yet satisfying life. She doesnt need an alpha male to make her happy anymore. And she did it all without you James. But deep inside I think she is still in love wth you and would love to be with you again, but not on your terms. <br />
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So Les Ismore is doing just fine. I ran into her when I was sailing up in Desolation Sound in the Pacific Northwest. She loves the water, sailing, and kayaking and just anything to do with the outdoors. And she is still as gorgeous as she always was, but the inner person is the part of her that really shines now. But she is still looking for that hard to find commodity, a kind , sensitiive, smart, athletic and humble, considerate male. We wish you luck but even so, well done Les.</div>
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We all remember Tiffany Minx, that gorgeous little bikini stuffer from Diamonds are Forever. Not always smart but when you look that good , who needs brains. Always running around in that real small bikini and looking real gooood. <br />
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When James asked her to hide the tape with the secret codes the bad guys were looking for she put it down the back of her bikini bottoms. Like it didnt show? James used her in more than one way. And then just cast her aside as quick as you can change channels with a remote and with just as much feeling. But she learned from this and in a big way. She learned to look out for herself. And she did learn that Diamonds are Forever, but husbands aren't. So she went through a lot of husbands on her way to collecting a nice parcel of diamonds. And collect she did. Didn't always have to marry them, engagement rings can be pretty good. But we all know what happens when we get older and Tiffany has. <br />
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So what happens to a sexy little Minx as they get older and smarter? They turn into a Cougar obviously. So Tiffany is no longer Tiffany Minx but is now Anita Cougar and what a cougar she is. She has left behind a string of younger men. Just uses them and discards them as she sees fit. Just like she was. And she learned from the best. No regrets and no attatchments, she just looks after herself. love em and leave em Anita. I ran into Anita at Paradise Island in the Bahamas a couple of years ago. We got together and played some craps, roulette and bacharat together. Got along fabulously and I knew I was going to get lucky but she wasn't available that night, had prearanged plans, so we arranged for the next night. But when I got back to my room I discovered my wallet was missing and all my credit cards had been maxed out. And Anita was no where to be found. She is good James. Better than you now.<br />
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But all wild and free animals, even the predators can be tamed. And it took a nice guy from the islands to do it. Now this man came with credentials. Had grown up watching Circus Boy on TV. Spent many a day skipping school and sneaking off to the Shrine Circus. So he could recognize a Cougar that was tameable and could figure out how to tame it. No Seigfried and Roy, he wasnt going to allow any Cougar to turn on him. So with patience, kindness, lots of attention, and a good sense of humour, he set about the arduous task of taming the former Tiffany Minx and curing her of her ways of using men and discarding them as she saw fit. And he did a good job. <br />
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Tiffany has never looked happier and is no longer the predator and cougar she once was. She is very happy and has a good life. But like any good cat, she didnt alow herself to be declawed. So when you are in her company, beware, because she hasnt let her old ways go completely and she can still charm anyone around her, so hang on to your heart and your wallet and watch out for those claws.<br />
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Who could forget Octopussy and her lovely bunch of eight female cutthroats and their Blue Ringed Octopus cult that hung around in India and hired themselve out to all sorts of neferious people. Cute but deadly, just like the blue ringed octopus. All females and no males allowed. And whats wrong with that. Even gorgeous, nice smelling, sensuous female assasins are cute and loveable. Unlike the male variety, they just smell, drink, belch, pass wind and watch TV. So her cult didn't trust males. A bunch of man haters. <br />
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Now you have to understand where Octopussy came from to see how she would get to this place in her life. She was raised in the Pacific Northwestern U.S. by a family who was a member of one of those funny religious cults that are supposedly mainstream and are dominated by males and some of them even want more than one wife. When she got old enough to think for herself, and if there is one thing Octopussy does its think for herself, she realised this wasnt going to suit her at all so she ditched this cult real quick. But it made her very leary of men for a while. All these things take a toll on a young person and affects how they deal with life, even as an adult. But she liked the idea of being in control and so she got the idea of a female dominated cult with herself as the brains. And not only was Octopussy very attractive , but she was also smart and cunning and manipulative as well. So with her brains, it was quite successfull. She had all sorts of work. There are lots of bad guys out there that were happy to employ her and her lovely ladies.<br />
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Then along comes James, slow walking James, smooth talking James and pretty soon the gig is up. He infiltrates the cult, seducess one of the lovely young ladies in Octopussy's entorage , and gets her to turn on Octopussy. Next thing you know he is sweet talking and boinking Octopussy herself and there goes the cult in ruins. And same with the bussiness. What bad guy or Russian spy or Megalomaniac that wants to take over the world would trust Octopussy now? Not even Pinky or the Brain were interested. It was obvious that she could be swayed by a charming, shallow, self centered male. I think shallow and self centered is impressed by the same in the opposite sex. So what is a lovely young lady to do when she is used to the good life and being waited on by a bunch of good looking lovely ladies and is supposedly immune to the charms of the male population? You have to get as far away from your previous life as possible and pull your world back together. <br />
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So Octopussy went back to the States very quietly and layed low for a while. Went back to university, changed her name to Maureen (No Mo) Males and completed her degree. But the States was getting too hot for her as her past was generating interest from the authorities, so she had to find someplace to go where she would be accepted and could blend in, but still speak the language , at least tollerably. So where can a lovely young, smart, athletic female hang out and not be noticed? That silly country thats full of snow, eskimoes , igloos and Nanaimo bars. Where they can only say EH and and drink beer and watch hockey games. Thats right, Canada. They take and accept anyone there. And they do speak a form of simplified english.<br />
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Octopussy (now Moe Males) relaxing on Eleuthra<br />
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So Mo moved to a little known small town in B.C. and settled into a quiet life as a school teacher. But no matter how thick she wore her glasses and how high she piled her hair , she was still a babe. And Babes get noticed, this time by the only thing better than a double O secret agent, Thats right, Canadian royalty, a proffesional hockey player. So to blend in and not be noticed, because hockey players wives are just eye candy, and to get special treatment and diplomatic immunity, she became a hockey players wife. Spent all her time jaunting around the country , living the good life, hanging out with other hockey spouses. Skiing, exotic vacations, expensive hotels , and lots of parties. Life was good and what she thought she deserved. But people get quite used to this superficial, privilleged life, and Mo was no exception. She became quite vain and self centered. But hockey players have demands and soon she had 2 kids and spent a lot of her time looking after them. And she always takes her responsibilities well and was a good , devoted mom. While she seemed selfish and self centered on the outside, burried deep inside, Mo had a nice selfless, kind side, but only when it came to her immediate family and circle of friends. But when you lead and get used to the priviledged life, this side gets burried deeper and deeper. Life does not always let you be what you really are and want to be. You have to protect yourself and your inner core. But hockey players lead very insulated and spoiled lives and soon Mr Pro was taking slap shots at more than the hockey pucks and Mo said no moe. She packed her 2 kids and left and went back to the small town that she liked. <br />
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Octopussy in her 60's, in paradise but not smiling<br />
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So life became a lot more of a struggle for her. A single mom raising 2 kids on her own and teaching full time in a small town. And she was back to her original premise of not trusting males. Devoted herself to her kids but still managed to find time for herself. But she kept up her passion, skiing, and became a fabulous skier. Always the great athelete, she channeled all her energy to her kids, sports and anything active. And no matter what you just cant hide an attractive , athletic body. So there were lots of suiters. But Mo was picky, she had high standards, not necessarily smart ones, but not many could measure up to the two previous males in her life. So she made some short term but not necessarily wise choices. But she raised her kids well. One became an extreme skier and champion wakeboarder, and the other was just a real smart organised lovely young lady. But when they got older and went out on their own, Mo found she had time for herself. So Mo ventured back into the dating game when she met a real charming and successful local bussiness man who was also a good energetic individual who could match her passion for life. The fact that he was a part owner of the local ski hill was not overlooked. Moe is swayed by power , priviledge and money. He was quite well off, which was important to Mo, and they did a lot of travelling and she got back into the good life where she thought she belonged. It went well for a while but he tended to have a holic type personality with whatever he did and pretty soon he seemed to prefer the shape of a short stubby beer bottle to the fine hourglss figure of a classy lady. And he also developed the seven year itch and she wasnt going to put up with that so she sent him and what was left of his wardrobe packing as well. <br />
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Moe (Octopussy) looking good as she always does<br />
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And Mo reined in her feelings and devoted herself to her work and family. Always the controller of what is around her, she still kept her familly close. And she became more self centered and opinionated. She tended to see the world in a simplified form and from only her perspective. To her the world was black and white. She was either hot or cold on everything around her. That works when you are young and idealistic but as you get older and wiser you realise there are a lot of different shades of grey in the world as well. She found it difficult to trust anyone with her feelings and emotions. What would you expect when every male in her life had used her, treated her as an appendage and something to satisfy their egos, and let her down. Sort of like she does with other people. Just saw her as a gorgeous babe, and never took the time to unlock the real person underneath that still had a chance to emerge. God us males are shallow. But so are some women. So now she takes care of herself and is a completely independant woman. And when the need arises, there are no shortage of younger lovers she can draw on. And she does prefer younger people. She has a hard time relating to those her own age. Still fighting the aging process instead of embracing and enjoying it. But when you fight it you actually hurry it along. Her emotional developement has stopped. Her outlook on life has narrowed and she is not open to other points of view but her own. And she looks at life from a very negative point of view. Always whining. And that is when the brain ages. And she is still very narcistic. Thats what happens when you rely on your looks and dont develope your emotional side. And it comes back to haunt you as you grow older. But one thing Moe enjoys are wines, and she is a great conisour of wines, mainly red. And knows all the good inexpensive brands. And her favourite whine.? "The waters too cold in the carribean, Is it always this cold down here?, i dont feel like swimming, Its to hot for hiking." When you look at everything from a negative perspective you sure learn how to whine. Life is passing you by Mo. <br />
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Moe, at her best and happy with her wine<br />
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So what does the future have in store for the former glamour lady named Octopussy? Well she still does have a future. When you are a woman and good looking thats all you need for any short term commitments. And Moe is short term. And she will buldoze herself through life and leave the collateral carnage in her wake with narry a thought. And even though she has passed the golden age of 60 she is still looks like solid gold , but then so does iron pyrites. And she is still developing her potential, because she still has lots left. But unfortunately it wont be realized, because it takes time and work to develope. But she is still adventurous and a risk taker but more as a spectator than a participant . Even so, she has a very interesting life and an even more interesting future ahead of her, no matter what form it takes. Because Mo is always moving ahead and not looking behind, because she never makes mistakes. Her view to life? Bring it on, the Mo the better. So Go Mo Go and good luck because you will need it. We do hope it all turns out well for you. Lets hope that you run into the person who can unlock that lovely vulnerable side of you that you have buried deep in side and surrounded by that hard exterior shell. Everyone deserves to reach their full potential, no matter how late in life.<br />
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Now I bet you dont even remember who Ima B Easy was do you? Well let me jog your memory a bit. She was a nobody. Didnt rate at all. No billing, no nothing. Just an extra with no value to the supposedly important people. James didnt even bother with her name. She was that attractive , young, simple girl giving him a massage when he was recovering in the medical solarium after one of his adventures. He had spotted a possible Specter agent that was also there incognito. So in the middle of a massage he just charmed her as only he can, grabbed her, and seduced her. And while he was doing this he stole her key to the rooms so he could investigate the Specter agent. Not a thought about poor little Ima. She was just collateral damage. <br />
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Now let me tell you a bit about her. She was a poor girl from a very poor family just trying to work her way through university. All by herself. But she was innocent and easily lead, just how he likes them. But he left behind a mess at the solarium and poor Ima took a lot of the flak. The Owners of the solarium, who wernt nice people to start off with, found out it was her key that he used to create the havock and by by job. And in a small out of the way town when you get fired from a job its hard to find another one. And that was the end of her university hopes. No job, no money, no go. So she found herself out on the streets with no prospects. And on top of that she was pregnant. James , why dont you get a vasectomy or at least use protection? No no, that would affect your manlyness and machoism. So she had to think and act fast. She had been seeing this older friend so she heated up that relationship and quickly married him and convinced him that he was the future father. And to make it more probable she had another child quickly. Now her hubby was a tugboat captain and spent a lot of time out of town working. And when he came back home he wasnt very interested in the kids or her, just liked to hunt and fish and poor Ima basically raised the kids without much help except he did provide financially. So Ima was the good dutifull wife and raised the kids and concentrated on being a good mother. But when the kids got to be in their early teens she had had enough of being married to someone who didnt pay any attention to her. So she packed up the 2 kids and left. But she was just a housewife with no skills and she needed a bit of excitement in her life. So she gravitated to a man who was a lot more interesting and hoped for the best. But she picked a ski patroler and ski bum. But at least he paid attention to her for a while. But she got smarter and learned from her past mistakes. They moved to a small town with a ski hill where her new hubby worked. So she trained as a secretary and also became a ski patroler. But that wasnt enough so she also became a real estate agent. And started investing wisely in realestate with any spare money she had. But ski bums have short attention spans and after 10 or more years he started having a wandering eye, so she left him. But the kids were older and out of the house by then so she was free to do what she wanted. So she found a younger man who was all promises but never lived up to them. They moved to a big city and settled into a decent life. And she retrained again and got a better job that was more satisfying. And kept up her realestate properties. But hubby 3 was a work aholic and again she was left to her own resources. So after staying far too long she ditched No. 3 and moved back to the small town she liked so much and had her houses in.<br />
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So Ima is now older, wiser, and now goes by her middle name which was Beverlee. And she kept one of her married last names because she is now a lot smarter and not Easy any more. She is now financially stable and totally independant and she has done it all herself. So she spends the good summer weather at home and then heads south to warmer climates in the tropics in the winter months. Finally the good life is hers. And how do I know this? Well I met Ima when I had to go to the solarium right after James had left it in such a mess. And i saw how she took the brunt of the blame. So I helped her a bit finantially and we have kept in touch since. She is just a real nice genuine person, unlike someone we all know.<br />
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I have also run into the lovely Tiffany Minx from Diamands are Forever and that most unforgettable Octopussy from the adventure of the same name. Their stories will follow shortly.<br />
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An you might wonder how I know all these things about James and the secret service? Well since a lot of time has passed I can now reveal it. We all hear about 007 , license to kill. Double O Seven, Mr. James Bond. The Man. What about the others? Double Oh 8 was that cossack fellow who defected in the Golden Eye adventure, but there were others who you don't hear much about. And then there was me, 0013 John Smith but they call me ED. Thats right , unlucky 13, doomed from the start. The expendable one. Always cleaning up after James or doing all his dirty work. Never got any good assignments. While James was boinking Octopussy and her fabulous bodyguards, I was guarding a nasty cheating diplomat and his obnoxious wife and pesky spoiled kids. It wasn't fair. I had a promising career, did well in school and training but never got the chance because of James. When the man eating sharks didn't bother James when he was diving on the airplane in Thunderball do you think he was just lucky or scared them away? Not a chance. They went after me. But did he come and help, no way. Went about his work and left me to fend for myself. I just wore the wrong kind of swimsuit. Lost a couple of toes in that one and got 40 stitches. And all the times those bad guys were shooting at James and missing? Bad guys aren't incompetent. They were hitting. I was wounded in Goldfinger, got a spear in my side in Thunderball, Got run off the road in Casino Royal, and got a knife in my shoulder in On Her Majesty Secret Service, just to mention a few. But who gets all the credit and glory? None other than James Mr Showoff Bond. <br />
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And as for that bag M. James was always her favourite. James this and James that. She always played favourites. I think she had a thing for James. And for Double Oh Thirteen, nothing. A big Fat Zippo. Wouldn't give me anything good. To her I wasnt Double Oh, just a big ZERO. And as for Q, he wasn't that smart. Just a bumbling inventor really. James got all the gadgets that worked. Who do you think he tested them on . Yeah thats right, little old me. And most of them didn't work the first time. When he got them right James got them. All at my expense. And I have the scars and wounds to show for it. And Moneypenny only had eyes for him. Wouldn't give me the time of day. Even had to book my own flights and hotels and always in ecomomy and flea bag low end hotels. And she would never pick up my hat when it missed the rack. She even made me stand in the waiting room, no sitting on her desk. And I really liked her while you just toyed with her.<br />
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And who was sent in to clean up after your messes and destruction? Me. And who took the brunt of the revenge from the other side? Me. After you stole the cypher machine and the Russian babe in from Russia with Love, I was sent over to help unruffel some feathers and to smooth over diplomatic liasons. And they arrested me and through me in one of their god awfull prisons for 3 months. And who was there to torture me but that horney little sadist, Rosa Kleb. And she was pissed at you and took it out on me. Brutal torture and then all lovey and seducing me. Classic psychological destruction. She was very horney and forced me to service her every day while screaming your name. It was brutal and humilliating. And when she was finished with me they turned me over to Jaws and a lot of those big burly Russian guys whose carreer you cut short with dehabilitating injuries. And they were brutal. I now need an enema everytime Ineed to have a bowel movement. And ED isnt my name, it stands for ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION and thats what 3 months of being used by Rosa Kleb will do to you. The humilliation was unfathomable and I have been scarred for life. While Auric Goldfinger had you tied on that bench and was planning on cutting you in half with that laser, Rosa had me tied on a bed and was nibbling her way up my inner thighs. Made that laser look good.<br />
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When I was cruising the Bahamas I happened to anchor at Abandoned Key and ran into Honey Rider. She was lovely and we chatted for a while but when I mentioned you she beat me half to death with her lionfish club. I have scars all down my back. I was half paralized and the pain was incredible. She was going to use my scrotem for a pin cushion for all her spare lionfish spines. But when I dropped the shells I had been collecting, it distracted her and I managed to drag myself to my dingy and back to my boat. It took me weeks to recover. <br />
And I ran into Solitaire on a diving trip to dive with the sharks. She was real nice, stole my heart. When we met for dinner she showed me that her psychic powers are slowly returning and read my tarot cards. Predicted I would meet some very interesting men who would show me a time that I woudn't soon forget . Then her bodyguards dragged me outside and beat the crap out of me. She sends you her regards, from South Africa with Love.<br />
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And now that we are retired and you are cruising around the caribbean on your mega yacht with a crew of Victoria Secret deck girls and have a kitchen staff of ex Hooters girls, I am stuck on my crappy little catamaran cause thats all I can afford. Im homeless. And your dingy is a 36 ft Donzi with 3- 275 hp outboards while mine is an old inflatable with old mans disease like me. It gets soft as soon as the sun goes down. And all I have is an old 4 hp British seagull outboard, one of Q's crappy inventions that didnt work. It was my golden handshake present from the secret service. Another of M's parting shots. I hate you James. Its not fair. It should have been me. I wish I was you. But I still hate you<br />
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Now it is obvious from how these lovely ladies have aged and spent their later years in life that women can age very well. Most of these ladies are just as attractive now as when they were at their supposed prime in their late 20's and early 30's. And most of them are much wiser and more mature and better rounded people. With the exception of one , they have all gotton better with age. Thank God there are older mature women in this world. But what has happened to the male population as they grow older. We all know the male brain shrinks quicker than the female brain, thats why most males become grumpy old men. And most males become more opinionated and narrow in our outlook as we grow older. We become less flexible in both our body and our mind. And unfortunately our perspective on life tends to narrow and we tend to view life just from our own eyes. But not our hero James. Mr. Perfect and Mr. Charming and Suave has grown even better as he has aged. That is obvious by these enclosed before and after photos. Well done James. We still love you.<br />
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Nauticat competed in the Heineken Regatta in St Martin again this year. We entered in the Cruising Multihull division which had a total of 10 entries, but only 7 showed for the start of the first race. The competition was a very well sailed and prepared Nautitech 43 cat who won last year by a large margin, a Lagoon 55 who had raced the other two previous years, 2 Lagoon 410’s from the charter fleet, and an extended seawind 1000 that had hull extensions making it 36 ft long. It was very well equipped and outfitted for cruising and racing, and lastly, a very quick, nice open Geminga 28 that had entered last year. <br />
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</div> Nauticat at the Heineken Regatta 2009<br />
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I had a good crew this year, Mike Nusbaum again from Victoria. Paul Nicholson from Victoria, Maureen Fenner from Rossland sailing in her first sailboat race, and Nigel Martin and Heather Brazier, also RVYC members and from Victoria. I sometimes race with them back home on their very well sailed Olson 911, Magic Bullet.<br />
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2009 crew, Paul , Maureen Mike, David, Nigel, Heather<br />
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The winds for the first race were not as expected. The prevailing easterly winds shifted to NNE and blew quite strong. The first course was supposed to be a windward leeward course of 11 miles along the south coast of St Martin. It turned out to be a close reach upwind that all the multihulls could point on one tack and a reach to broad reach on the other leg. The winds were strong, steadily over 25 kn and mostly around 30 with gusts to 35 kn. We started with a reef in the main but just after the start the reef line broke so we had to sail with a full main for the race. After getting a good start and then recovering from the broken reef line we found ourselves in 5th place with the larger Lagoon 55 moving fast with its long waterline. We did some good sailing and trimming to keep the other boats close. It was a very fast race and we hit speeds of 13.5 knots without surfing or wave assistance. It took us 66 minutes to cover the 11 miles, a very fast race. Close to the finish line we got hit by a strong gust entering Philipsburg Bay and the main tore right down a panel. Consequently we limped into the finish line under headsail alone but still finished 3rd across the line. We were close to the 2 boats ahead of us but lost too much time with our problems to catch them on corrected time. The little Geminga cat was also caught in the gust and did some damage and didn’t show up for the next day racing. <br />
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The largest boat in the regatta, beautiful isnt it<br />
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The lagoon 55 had a good rating and we actually owed him time, about 6 minutes a mile. And he is the fastest boat in the division. Not fair to the rest of us but that’s the way racing goes.<br />
It was a tough windy day for all the boats. Only 2 of the 5 gunboats managed to finish their race and there was major carnage in the bareboat fleet with a lot of damage and boats not finishing. A few boat had collisions and one boat was holed and almost sank. Lots of damaged sails. The winds and seas were bad enough that the charter companies required all their boats to have a reef in the main the next day and from then on. Having finished early we were the first boat into the sail loft and they repaired my main by 5:00 that night so I was ready to go again in the morning<br />
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Day 2 had the same wind conditions as the previous day. The course this time was changed from the original plan to sail to Marigot as the seas were too big to have the fleet anchor in Marigot Bay so we sailed around the western tip of St Martin and to a mark off of Anguilla. It was a short windward leg with a close reach along the south coast of St Martin and then a beat up to the mark off Anguilla. The seas were big and short and steep with winds between 25 and 35 Kn. Very tough sailing. Lots of water over the boat. Some hatches were left unlocked so some people had very wet bunks but everything got dried out when we got back. Got a bit buried at the start and had to play catch up. Did a good job on the windward leg but did a poor job of picking the last lay line to the mark and had to throw in an extra 2 tacks. That was the difference between 3rd and 4th place. We finished in 4th. A good race and we didn’t do any damage. Sailed with a reefed main and a reef in the headsail for the upwind legs and unfurled the headsail for the downwind. Finished 2 minutes behind the 3rd place boat. The seawind 1000 Cover Shot beat us for 3rd place. they did fly their screacher again even though the division rules dont allow screachers and spinakers.<br />
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Day 3 started with lighter winds but still from the NE. But they were gusty going from 10 kn to 28 kn at the start. We started with full sails and had a good start and were close to the leaders at the windward mark but got rolled by the lagoon 55 and ended up trailing the fleet. Cover Shot got the best start and were first to the windward mark. The reach to Plum Point was a drag race with the longer boats going faster. Cover Shot flew a screecher which wasn’t allowed in our division and managed to stay up with the leaders. The beat to the windward mark was in big seas and 23 to 28 kn of wind. We hung in with our full sails and gained back a couple of boats and had a good rounding at the windward mark. It was a good windward leg for us. On the downwind run Cover Shot flew a spinaker, again not allowed under the rules, but it allowed them to stay with the leaders. They finished in 2nd place and we finished in 4th. But the 2 leaders protested Cover Shot for using illegal sails and won the protest. Cover Shot was accessed a penalty and we ended up in 3rd place for the regatta. It was a fun regatta with good heavy wind sailing, the toughest I’ve been in for racing and we sailed well. We had very good crew work this year.<br />
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1st place in the division went to the Lagoon 55 , Dreamcatcher and they sailed well. it’s a fast boat and likes the heavy weather. 2nd place went to the Nautitech 43 Polo and he always sails well. He is very hard to beat. We got 3rd place again this year. <br />
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Nigel, Heather, Mike, Maureen<br />
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On the 3rd day all the bareboat divisions raced the same course as the multihulls and it’s the first chance we had to compare their times around the course with our own. I would have finished at the bottom of bareboat 1, the fastest of the bareboats and comprised mainly of Beneteau and Jeuneau 51 ft boats. All the bareboat fleet comprising mainly of Beneteau 473’s were faster around the course than we were but we were very close in time to the slowest of them. Bareboat 4 consisting of beneteau and jeauneau 43’s were also faster but we would have beat the slowest of them on elapsed time. We did catch up to the slowest bareboat fleet that had the new Jeauneau 393’s in it and pass most of them even though they are a nice performance cruiser/racer boat. But a few of the faster ones beat us around the course. I love my multihull.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-67612245177274901382009-02-20T12:58:00.000-08:002009-02-22T15:46:22.289-08:00Writers Block and lack of InspirationI havent felt inspired to write anything so far this year unfortunately. Just havent found something that fits my twisted sense of humour. but one of my crew has written a nice blog about the travels we have done on the Nauticat and it is quite detailed and has some good photos. It was written by Bev and the title of her blog is<br /><br /><a href="http://bevscaribbeanadventure.blogspot.com/">http://bevscaribbeanadventure.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />she writes better than me and actually conveys some good information so enjoy.<br /><br />As a side I met the offspring of Adrift Nelly in Grenada and had Xmas dinner with her and her husband Joe. They are both chefs and very good at it. Her name is Anna and she is just as charming as her mother. So thank you joe for marrying her and taking her out of commission as she might just have been a bigger Scourge of the Seven Seas as her mom. Congradulations Nell you did very wellbaggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-10203017446280609812008-12-05T04:50:00.001-08:002008-12-05T04:52:02.057-08:00Back at the NauticatWell this cruising season has started off quite different from the start of last year. There are no Ratzovas inhabiting the boat this year. No mess downstaires like last year. Its actually starting off more like the end of last year. Nauticat continues to be a Chick Magnet of a boat. There are chicks crawling all over the place down here. And i mean major good looking chicks. And they are hanging around the Nauticat just like last year. And these are nice chicks. Not the local black chubby chicks you see so often. But a nice chocolate brown and svelt and skinny. fancy free and adventourous. Also gracefull and agile. These chick know how to live life, they like to fly free and soar to their hearts content. Adventourous, just like i like them. And they do like boats and to hang around boats. And they like the Nauticat. But they are also quite considerate as they dont hang around during the day when i have work to do. They dont disturb me at all. They come around after i have finished my work and most times want to sleep over. Who am I to say no.<br />Unfortunately these are real chicks with feathers or as others would say, chickens. And they can fly down here. Instead of roosting in a tree, these lovely little chicks have taken to roosting on the Nauticat. Right at the drivers seat. And they like to shit as they sleep. And there was shit all over the place. Does that mean the skipper likes to attract shit? Or is he just a shitty skipper? So while i wont be cooking Ratatooie or Ratolini this year i will switch my diet to Chicken catch a torie or chicken catch it any way you can. There is a good local recipie for Jerk (their necks) Chicken thay will come in handy. Thank goodness I had a chicken coop and am used to cleaning it.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-31613717956083443032008-06-15T06:48:00.000-07:002009-12-13T12:37:57.594-08:00Family Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnl8sk5tcfen1q0XfVu1hdbbA9Z7p6PgWJBRSA2kxgpJOWHZFTYDXpLSBKKVk3-fRBbE-1rtJWr6_nsMi0_pOW7zMlCeIMKgBOSLphyphenhyphench3O4uthHHuahPrmJ_p0dHiC_OdQaXK8KOyVWi/s1600-h/2008_0519gillian20020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnl8sk5tcfen1q0XfVu1hdbbA9Z7p6PgWJBRSA2kxgpJOWHZFTYDXpLSBKKVk3-fRBbE-1rtJWr6_nsMi0_pOW7zMlCeIMKgBOSLphyphenhyphench3O4uthHHuahPrmJ_p0dHiC_OdQaXK8KOyVWi/s400/2008_0519gillian20020.JPG" /></a><br />
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Gillian and Derek came to St Lucia for 3 weeks of sailing from April 24 till May 15. This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gillian's</span> 3rd trip on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nauticat</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Derek's</span> second. Their flights went well except Gill arrived without her luggage and it took 2 days to get it. However Rodney Bay is a nice place to be. Unfortunately the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wakeboard</span> was one of the missing pieces.<br />
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</div> Derek getting ready to start<br />
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The first trip was to the Pitons. We attempted to climb the Petite Piton (2800 ft) but it was too strenuous for Gill and myself so we only made it half way. Derek made it to the top.<br />
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</div> The Petire Piton that Derek made it to the top<br />
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Next stop was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wallilabou</span> Bay as Gill really likes the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and it was filmed there. On the way we were escorted by a school of dolphins. Got a video of them and will attempt to include it. A nice addition to their first good sail of the year. Next stop was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bequia</span> for a couple of days. Some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">snorkelling</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wakeboarding</span>. <br />
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Then off to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Canouan</span>. A couple of days in the Tobago Keys for some good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">snorkelling</span>. Dove with the turtles.<br />
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The weather was good, sunny and not too windy. It was calm enough to snorkel at the reef and also you could snorkel outside the reef. Saw a small shark. Then off to Petite St Vincent and Petite Martinique with a stop at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Mopion</span> for some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">snorkelling</span>.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gill snorkelling<br />
</div>A stop at Palm Island and then to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mayereu</span>. Next was a nice sail up to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Mustique</span> to hob nob with the rich and famous. Gill and I did some hiking around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mustique</span>.<br />
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Gillian<br />
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An easy sail to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Bequia</span> for a night and then off to Young Island on St Vincent. A day trip to Kingston town. Quite a busy place. Then a sail to Cumberland Bay for a nice stop. Gill managed to buy some nice local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">jewlery</span> for some gifts for friends back home. A nice easy sail brought us back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Soufriere</span> in t Lucia and an anchorage back in the Pitons. <br />
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</div> Gillian on the wakeboard<br />
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Some more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">wakeboarding</span> and then a good sail back to Rodney Bay for some beach time. A nice trip into Castries fora look around the town. There is a good market place for local crafts, touristy stuff and local food and vegetables and a nice fresh fish market.<br />
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</div> Derek learning a new skillbaggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-9299519914829472072008-04-27T10:50:00.000-07:002009-12-13T14:37:19.272-08:00Joy on the NauticatThe holiday started with a bad day<br />
Instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Vieux</span> Fort she ended up in Rodney Bay<br />
But she organized herself and collected her wits<br />
And early <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">next</span> day she had found the ship<br />
She hopped on to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nauticat</span> and met the crew<br />
Captain Dave and Edith and Paul came too.<br />
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Now Joy was not used to boats, this was all new to her<br />
And the Caribbean weather was unsettled, it was very windy this year<br />
The first trip was long, from St Lucia to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bequia</span><br />
And it was rough and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">rolly</span> all the way.<br />
She <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didnt</span> do much, just took it easy<br />
But both her and Paul really got queasy<br />
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A couple of days in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Bequia</span> to help mend her ways<br />
With no rocking boat, they were very good days<br />
And two new people came and joined the crew<br />
Isabelle from last year and Anita, who was new<br />
Then we headed of south to the isle of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Canouan</span><br />
But this year the wind was really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">blowan</span><br />
With all the rocking and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">rollin</span> she was seen<br />
Joy was starting to look a little green<br />
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The trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Mayereau</span> was not much better<br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Infact</span> it got even wetter.<br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nauticat</span> then went to the Tobago keys for a day or two.<br />
Joy ( in pink) with Anita<br />
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And day and night it blew and blew<br />
Day and night the boat was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">rockin</span> and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">boppin</span><br />
Said Joy " when is this motion going to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">stoppin</span>"<br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Gravol</span> and others didn't do the trick<br />
Joys tummy was always a little bit sick<br />
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So a quick but rough trip to Palm and Union Isle<br />
And a day on land brought back Joy's smile<br />
But pretty soon it became plain to see<br />
As Joy said" This nautical life <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">isnt</span> for me<br />
I need something without any motion<br />
Not a small boat on an rough old ocean"<br />
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The next day the weather was windy and rough<br />
Everyone knew the sailing would be tough<br />
So when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Nauticat</span> left Union Isle<br />
Nobody on board was wearing a smile<br />
There was no joy on the beat to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Mustique</span> to see Mick<br />
And everyone was feeling a bit sad and a bit sick<br />
Because SHE had changed her mind<br />
Joy had chosen to stay behind<br />
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Edith , JUy (in pink) , Anita, and Paulbaggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-35984553664673114452008-04-16T15:16:00.000-07:002009-12-25T12:21:07.267-08:00Edith and the Runaway DingyNow Edith was an artist. A soft, gentle, creative person. If you can call a little Dutch girl who was raised in South Africa and married a biker hood soft and gentle. Being artistic, Edi was not good with mechanical things. Practicality eluded her. The abstract and colours were her thing. Making something out of nothing wasn't difficult for her. But trying to deal with something you couldn't change or mold, now that really left her challenged. Sort of like her men. She did like a project.<br />
Now the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nauticat</span> had a new dingy this year. A young dingy fresh from the showroom, a high spirited dingy that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hadn't</span> been properly broken in. A <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thoroughbred</span>, born to move. Light(barely100 lbs) and with a highly tuned 18 hp motor. Nothing to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">trifle</span> with. Not for the faint of heart. Skittish at speeds and raring to go. One that needed a tight rein to keep under control.<br />
Now Edi had driven the previous dingy from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nauticat</span>. A broken in , worn out old dingy held together with contact cement and old patches. Old, overweight, and sluggish, a worn out old war horse destined for the glue recycle factory. She had also driven other dingies and was an accomplished <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kayaker</span>. But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">kayaks</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">thoroughbred</span> dingies are a different fish, sort of like parrot fish and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">barracudas</span>. And this one could bite.<br />
One day in the crowded harbour at the Isles <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Saintes</span> Dave and Edi were loading the dingy to go ashore and fetch Dave and Linda, who were sightseeing. Edi got in the dingy first which was unusual. And she untied it which was strange because she wasn't good with knots or cleats, having not mastered the art of tying a cleat. And before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">david</span> could get into the dingy, she had let go of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nauticat</span> and drifted a few feet away from the boat. Attempts to throw the bow line to David failed. The dingy oars were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">attached</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Velcro</span> straps and she had difficulty undoing them so gave up. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">That's</span> when Captain Dave made his first big mistake. "just start the motor and motor back to the boat. Its only 10 feet" Captain Dave, you are an idiot.<br />
So Edi turned around and grabbed the starting rope, and being a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">strong</span> stubborn Dutch girl, gave it a pull. Now the dingy had been tied up all night, just chaffing at the painter. It needed exercise. Wanted to kick up its heels and run wild.So it started on the first pull and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">emitted</span> a low rumble of purring cylinders, just waiting for a little gas to let loose.<br />
Now instead of sitting down properly and and getting a good firm grip on the dingy and showing him who is boss, Edi put the motor in gear while facing backwards at the motor and still standing. Sensing a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">weakness</span>, the dingy was ready.<br />
And using all her Dutch girl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">subtleness</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">strength</span> ( and she is strong) Edi gave the throttle a twist. A big twist. Full wrist movement. High torque. And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">that's</span> what that high strung dingy had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">been</span> waiting for. It through up its bow high in the air and leaped forward almost out of the water. A prop walk to start off and it was gone. Edi got thrown into the back of the dingy but still retained a grip on the throttle. She cranked it hard left and that saved her momentarily. the dingy spun hard right and started to pirouette. It found a bit of open space between the boats and did the spinning buck to try and rid itself of Edi. But she is strong and hung on. Its amazing what fear will do for you.<br />
And Captain Davy, fearing for the safety of his new dingy, stood on the back of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Nauticat</span> and yelled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">helpful </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">instructions</span> to Edi. "Turn the throttle" he kept yelling repeatedly. A total hush fell over the anchorage. Sailors dropped the work and watched. First mates dropped their cleaning rags and watched. Other dingies, being driven more sedately, took cover behind boats. But still the dingy kept leaping and spinning.<br />
Captain Davey was frantic with worry about his new dingy. Would she damage it? Would she flip it over and drown it? Would she break its spirit? "Don't hurt the dingy" he screamed. But being a stubborn Dutch girl, Edi wasn't listening to Captain Davey. So he upped the instruction level with a more precise' "Turn the <a href="mailto:F%#&*@g">F%#&*@g</a> throttle " as loud as he could. Because we all know that loud yelling works. Its a Captain thing and we are good at it.<br />
But with a last ditch effort, Edi straightened up the motor. With the reins let loose, the dingy reared on its motor, reached its bow to the sky and took off at high speed right towards a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">beautiful</span> dark hulled J Boat. It was ready to try <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">to leap</span> over the deck. Edi was having nothing to do with dingy steeple chase antics so she slammed the motor hard left and the dingy spun again, trying to throw her out. but by that time she was lying in the bottom of the dingy with only her head showing. and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">wasn't</span> moving. the dingy spun a couple of more times and then she straightened out the motor again and it reared and took off as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Captain</span> Davey screamed "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">don't</span> hurt the dingy. Turn the <a href="mailto:f#%$&*@G">f#%$&*@G</a> thing off!" Edi recovered enough to grab the kill switch (and we all know she wanted to kill the dingy by now), and pulled with all her Dutch might. And the dingy died right there in the harbour. It came to a complete stop, totally exhausted and docile. It lay there dead in the water with Edi melted in the bottom of the dingy, just her head showing.<br />
" Is the dingy all right?" a concerned and sensitive Captain Davey yelled. "I'll <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">swim</span> out and get you. Look after the dingy till i get there." And as Captain Davey prepared to rescue his precious dingy, Simon, A fellow Canadian from Sidney and also a member of the Canadian Coast Guard, just passing through the Caribbean and looking for good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">deeds</span> to do, motored out and came to Edith rescue. He grabbed the painter and proceeded to tow the dingy at Slow speed back to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Nauticat</span> where Captain Davey was still frantic with worry should any harm have befallen his new dingy. handing Davey the painter he said " Its time for Dingy 101 lessons."<br />
Thankfully the dingy was all right and no damage had been done. Its spirit wasn't broken. Once the kill switch was replaced it was just like new and ready to go again.<br />
But Edi was a different story. Did she ever overcome her fear of the dingy? Did she ever take the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">throtte</span> back in her strong hands and show him who is boss. Did she get back in the seat and face her wildest fears? Did she tame that wild and spirited dingy? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Alas</span> she did not. from there on in she never got in the dingy alone or first and never touched the motor. And she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">always </span>packed a rat tailed comb with her whenever she had to go ashore, just in case the dingy got frisky again. Because she hated that dingy from then on and would have been very happy to leap on one of the tubes and bury that comb repeatedly in the tubes until they became soft and empty.<br />
And the moral of this story? Like all good Captains this reinforced Captain Davey's notion that screaming loud instructions mixed with the appropriate profanity really works.<br />
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Unfortunately there are no pictures of this episode<br />
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Update (the last)<br />
Edi left the Nauticat (after three months of coexisting with that dastardly dingy) and returned to her home on lovely Vancouver Island. But Trap Line Edi had been doing her homework and she has hooked up with a nice gentleman with a new and luxureous 49 ft Hunter sailboat and she has been cruising around the Gulf Islands and having a good time. She is planning to set sail with him in 2009 for a trip down the coast to South America and possibly around the horn.<br />
Good luck Edi and i hope the new boat has a large and sedate dingy with a GPS guided autopilot. The Nauticat will miss you.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-5448727307167682652008-03-30T10:42:00.000-07:002008-09-11T15:01:25.894-07:00<strong>The Sad and Sordid Tale of Isabella <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ratzova</span></strong><br /><br />A long time ago in the land of Romania there lived a young Gypsy named Mario <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ratzov</span>. Mario was a handsome and charming man who used his charms well.He had a way with the women and could capture hearts when ever the need <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">arised</span>. Mario became a travelling salesman selling gypsy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">arifacts</span>, beads and trinkets in all corners of the world.He travelled to Canada where he met and married a lovely french woman whose name was Celine. They had 4 lovely children , 2 daughters whose names were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dinarah</span> and Isabella <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ratzova</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Dinarah</span> was the older sister with the beautiful eyes. Beautiful smiling eyes. Eyes full of expression. Eyes so deep you got lost in them. Eyes so dark they were like the deep blue of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">caribbean</span> ocean and you wanted to dive into them and stay forever. Eyes that a sailor could swim in for the rest of his life. Sorry I got sidetracked. This story is about Isabella.<br />Mario also had wives and mistresses and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">children in</span> many other countries, Holland, England, The USA, and most other <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">european</span> countries. These came to light when he passed away suddenly in a moment of passion with his last and youngest wife, 25 yr old Imelda who lived in Belize. Then all his extended family and step children learned about each other.<br />This is the story of mainly Isabella <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Ratzova</span> from Montreal, a lovely young lady with Gypsy blood, a good heart , and her search for the ideal skipper.<br />Isabelle started her sailing life and found a captain named Raul. Raul was a swarthy lad, a mans man. A sailor, diver, fisherman, rugged and handsome. Isabella had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">wonderfull</span> life with Raul and spent many happy years cruising the wonderful countries of Central America. Sampling their foods, culture and all the wonderful things they had to offer. However like most sailors, Raul had a wandering eye, The grass is greener syndrome. The next port is better type. And so the broken hearted Isabelle said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">goodby</span> to Captain Raul <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Unfaithfull</span> and his boat the Fool Around and set off in search a real Captain with a true heart, a pure soul, and handsome and romantic. And we all know that you call captains like this a rumour.<br />She met Captain Paul and sailed with him, diving and sailing in the Turks and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Caicos</span> Islands. But Paul was a stern taskmaster and worked Isabelle to the bone cleaning and sanding and cooking. She had no time for herself and life <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">wasnt</span> good. So Isabella left Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Paulish</span> Everything and his beautiful yacht the Bright and Shiny and returned to Montreal and went back to work and continued her search for the perfect Captain.<br />She went to the Bahamas to meet Captain John. She had corresponded with John for many months before making the move to join him. He seemed like a nice ,interesting fellow. But after 3 days it turn out he was really Captain Johnny Walker and she left the boat and hid in a monastery and practised yoga to ease her broken dreams.<br />The 2007/8 sailing season started with Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Poot</span>. She had talked with him for many months and he wanted her to help with some deliveries and charters he hoped to do. But Captain Stay <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Poot</span> was in love with his anchor and it never seemed to leave the bottom so the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">dissapointed</span> Isabella left his boat, the S/V <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Didnt</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Moove</span> and went looking for a boat to sail on that moved.<br />Next came Captain Don Juan, a military man who ran his ship to strict rules and a strict regime. A nice man but no Captain charming. She had to leave the ship and it was then that she fell into the clutches of Captain Dave.<br />Now Captain Dave was a weak man whom had fallen under the spell of a woman who was known as Evil Edi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Ratzova</span>. Yes she was a stepsister of Isabella. A sister from the same mister. Now when Evil Edi met her step sister she became jealous of the beautiful Isabella and went out of her way to make her life miserable. But because she had no choice and no place to stay, Isabella was forced to join The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Nauticat</span>. On the boat there were other crew, her other stepsister and a real sister of Evil Edi , the miserable Joyless <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Ratzova</span>. There was another lady aboard who turned out to also be a long lost 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">nd</span> cousin, Anita <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Ratzova</span> from Seattle. Other crew were also aboard, Pirate Paul and Mad Mike, the Mouth of Juan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Fuca</span>. They also treated poor Isabelle poorly.<br />Anita took care of the lovely Isabella as best she could and tried to protect her from Captain Dave and her jealous stepsisters. Isabella was forced to clean and scrub the boat and clean the head. She was forced to wear only rags and small <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">itty</span> bitty clothes, which Captain Dave really liked. Always cold and working all the time, Isabella had a bad life. But she never gave up her search for the Perfect Captain.<br />On the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Nauticat</span> Isabella was forced to cook <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">gormet</span> meals for the captain and crew. And she did cook <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">gormet</span>. She is a fabulous cook. And she made lunches even in the worst weather. And they were good lunches. And she always did it with a smile on her face. No mater how bad she was treated, Isabelle was always happy and cheerful. This really bothered Evil Edi and Joyless. They forced her to clean the boat, scrub the head, and do all their jobs on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Nauticat</span>. These she did and still she smiled. She is just happy to be on a boat, Even if it is a boat like the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Nastycat</span>.<br />While sailing on the slave ship The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Nauticat</span> Isabella met Captain Lefty in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Bequia</span>. Lefty was a handsome man and captivated the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">suseptible</span> Isabella. He was swarthy and swaggering but he also had a dark side. So one night Captain Lefty Behind upped anchor and, with the good ship Gotta Go slipped out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Bequia</span> before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Issabella</span> could escape from The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Nastycat</span>. She was devastated. "Are all Captains unfaithful, lying scoundrels?" she sobbed. We all know the answer to that.<br />At a nice quiet anchorage Isabella met Captain Rom. He was a charter boat captain and could only spare a little time for the lovely Isabella. But they met at a couple of other anchorages and he plied her with gifts of fresh fish, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Mahi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Mahi</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Bonitto</span> that Captain Dave and the Evil Edi quickly took from her and kept for themselves and forced her to eat Blue Tang and Parrot fish instead. Isabella met up with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Captin</span> Rom again in Martinique and he plied her with dinner and wine and chocolates. But the next morning when Isabella had to get up early to scrub the bottom of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">Dirticat</span> she noticed that Captain Romantic Evening and his good ship The Escape had left. Rom had left the boat and flown to Spain where he had a better job waiting for him. Isabella was crushed. He had seemed so wonderful and she had fallen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">deeply</span> in love, but alas it was not to be.<br />Isabella was forced to provide food for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">Nauticat</span> also. With only the barest of fishing gear, a hand line and a piece of plastic bag for a lure, Isabelle fished for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">Nauticat</span>. And she was a good fisherman. She was forced to clean her catch and then clean the boat afterwards. All this she did and still smiled and was happy. Nothing gets this girl down.<br />Later on Isabella met Captain March. Now March was a very dedicated and athletic man. He loved to sail and dive, but most of all he loved to hike. He wooed the lovely Isabella and asked her to go on a hike with him. Poor Isabella. She <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">didnt</span> have any good hiking shoes as Evil Edi had taken all her shoes to add to her already exorbitant shoe collection. Poor Isabella had just an old pair of flip flops. After trying her best to keep up, she returned to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">Nauticat</span>, her feet covered in cuts and blisters. She knew then that Captain Forced March and his boat the Double Time were not for her.<br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">Nauticat</span> went to St Martin to race in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">Heinekin</span> Regatta. Isabella was forced to work the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">fordeck</span> on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">Nauticat</span>. And Captain Dave wouldn't let Isabella wear proper clothes to race in. She was forced to wear a skimpy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">bikinni</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">fordeck</span>, out in the cold wind and blazing sun. Nothing to shield her lovely body from the elements. And it is a gorgeous body. A firm, subtle body. Golden brown tanned skin. Toned and flexible muscles. Lithe and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">sinuey</span>. Ready to spring to action at any moment. Pardon me, again I digress. This is supposed to be about Isabella. Actually it is.<br />At the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">Heinekin</span> Regatta she met Captain Al. Now captain Al was a happy-go-lucky fellow. He had a nice big catamaran that he was also racing in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">Heinekin</span>. Al and Isabella hit it off instantly. Al played the guitar and sang and before the regatta Al would come over to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">Nauticat</span> and ply Captain Davy and Evil Edi with drinks so that He and Isabella could play the guitar and sing together. They got along well and sang in perfect harmony and soon Isabella was falling for Captain Al. But during the Regatta she found out that Captain Al was really Captain Already Taken and his boat was the Unavailable. After the regatta Al went home to his wife of many years and Isabella was left to search some more. It must be noted that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">Nauticat</span> beat the Unavailable in the regatta and that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">didnt</span> help <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">Isabellas</span> chances. We all know that sailors <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">dont</span> loose well.<br />After the regatta , down in the Islands that touch the Sky, Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">Needsa</span> came a courting. Now Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66">Needsa</span> was from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67">Puerto</span> Rico and had sailed alone for many years throughout the Windward and Leeward Islands. He spoke fluent Spanish, a language that Isabella loves. an he seemed to know everything about everything, I think that comes with being a Captain. He even knew that there were no manatees in Puerto Rico. So i guess my friends were actually swimming with mermaids in Salinas. So would this very knowledgeable and available skipper be the one? Alas no he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68">wasnt</span>. He had sailed alone for too long and was not the Captain Charming she was looking for. So Captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69">Needsa</span> Bath and the good ship <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70">Neverbeen</span> Scrubbed were soon dispatched.<br />So the lovely Isabella is still in the clutches of Captain Dave and Evil Edi on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71">Nauticat</span>. Is she destined to remain a prisoner forever or will a dashing young captain come sailing out of 7Knots to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72">wisk</span> her away? Or will it be a noble sailor from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73">Cruiserlog</span>.com that comes to her rescue. Only time will tell. Stay tuned for the further adventures of Isabella <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74">Ratzova</span>. I hope we have a happy ending for this story.<br /><br />We all know that this is life and there are no happy endings because life goes on and the only way it ends is not happy for anybody. So there are only chapters in life and all we can hope for are a few good chapters to keep us going. And that is what is happening in the tale of Isabella <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75">Ratzova</span>. Her tale <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76">doesnt</span> end , it just keeps on going. There will be many more chapters. However, it has taken a happy twist. The charming Isabella has finally won over her Evil Stepsister, the notorious Evil Edi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77">Ratzova</span>, and they have become friends and get along well. No longer does Evil Edi treat her mean and cruel. They started sharing cooking duties on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78">Nauticat</span>. They clean and do dishes together. They share makeup and advise each other what to wear and what looks good on them. They even suntan naked together on the trampoline (they don't invite Captain Davey) and share books. And discuss and share future captain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79">charmings</span> and how to find them. But Evil Edi draws the line at helping Isabella clean the fish, Isabella still has to do that by herself. They are not that good of friends. So they have organized a revolt on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80">Nauticat</span> and now Captain Davy has to cook and clean and do all the repair work while they lie around and suntan. It was the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81">breadfuit</span> for dinner that sparked the revolt. You would have thought I had read Mutiny on the Bounty and know what happens when you bring breadfruit on board. But no, that breadfruit is so good to look at and the trees are so lovely, tall, slim, like a woman, a gorgeous green like the eyes of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82">sulty</span> harem girl and it entices you. Before you know it you have brought one on board. It sucks you in, like gorgeous eyes and a lovely naked body. Sort of like women, good looking on the outside and we all know Captains are shallow people and only look at the shiny exterior of crew and boats. And then all hell breaks loose. And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83">thats</span> what happened on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84">Nauticat</span>. Breadfruit. The holding tank got plugged. The sticky <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85">gooy</span> vegetable stuck to the insides and everyone ended up constipated. And a constipated woman is worse than one with PMS. So there was a revolt on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86">Nauticat</span>. And one nasty Captain cant stand up to two women with plugged bowels and win.<br />So Isabella and Evil Edi started looking and checking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87">traplines</span> for another boat. And Isabella has found a charming and learned new skipper from the land of good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88">chocholates</span> and cheeses. He's tall, well educated ( if you can call being an engineer educated), brave, bold, sensitive, caring, and with a lovely boat. And he wants to go where she does. (Even if he didn't she would soon fix that).<br />So Isabella is off to join this new boat and its nice skipper. And she has taken Evil Edi to meet him before Evil Edi flies back to her home in the lovely Pacific Northwest where she will finally get rid of a nasty motorcycle hood that has been causing her grief for the last 4 years. And she will tend to her trap lines for next season. Meanwhile Isabella is going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89">skope</span> out a future captain for her on the island of oil and reggae music. And poor Captain Davey is all by himself on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90">Nauticat</span> with just canned corned beef and breadfruit to eat. Ah the life of a lonely single captain, but that is another story. So wish good luck to Isabella and her continuing search. May the lucky captain come forward and get his rewards.<br />Good luck and best wishes Isabella. We are all hoping that this is THE ONE. Stay tuned for an update.<br /><br />Update<br />Unfortunately as nice a fellow as he was he is not THE ONE and so Isabella continues her search for Captain Right<br /><br />Update no.2<br />Well finally Isabella has found the perfect skipper, at least in her mind. However all us skippers know we are far from perfect but we can fool somepeople sometimes. And where did this lucky fellow come from? Was it 7knots? cruiser log? Neither, it was find a crew. he contacted her and flew her from montreal to trinidad where they me and the rest is history, or soon will be. And the lucky man is Captain Brian. And he has a lovely boat, and Oyster 56 that he plans to sail into the Pacific Ocean right where she wants to go. So Isabella is really in love. And the world is her oyster, or should we say an Oyster is her world. The Nauticat will miss you but we are very happy for you. Enclosed are some pictures.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-37669551182434672302008-03-17T13:49:00.000-07:002008-03-17T13:50:01.634-07:00A Little Ditty about DennieDennie arrived on the Nauticat one night<br />Fresh from a victory at Foxy's Cat Fight<br />She had helped old Pirate Pete<br />Accomplish a very good feat<br />She had helmed the French Kiss in the race<br />To a very respectable second place<br />But the crew of the Nauticat were a different bunch<br />Last year at the Heinekin they were out to lunch<br />They finished the regatta Dead F#&*%g Last<br />They sure didn't sail the Nauticat very fast<br />So she knew she had lots of work to do<br />To help them become a respectable crew.<br />She explained to Edi in words simple and plain<br />And the two of them did a good job trimming the main<br />And She got young Isabelle<br />To work the foredeck very well<br />And when we were starting to lag behind<br />She chipped in to help Mike and Anita grind<br />But the hardest thing there was of late<br />Was to get skipper Dave to concentrate<br />So she kept all our spirits up during the race<br />And pushed us into third Place<br />Thankyou Dennie, same time next yearbaggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-35659776949621214252008-03-16T07:20:00.000-07:002008-06-16T08:42:06.284-07:00The Legend of Adrift NellyThis is the much edited version. All names have been removed under great duress to protect the victims.<br /><br /><br />When a sailor gets old<br />And his heart grows cold<br />And he’s spent too much time alone<br />He will recount his tales<br />About sirens and whales<br />And some will chill you to the bone.<br />So pull up a chair and buy me a drink<br />For I have a tale to tell<br />Of broken hearts and shattered dreams<br />And a siren known as Adrift Nell<br /><br /><br />Now Nell was a cute young lady<br />Though a little bit shady<br />From a town in the Pacific Northwest<br />She always had a smile<br />That was sure to beguile<br />But her laughter was the best.<br />She could tease you and squeeze you<br />And hug you and charm you<br />And leave you begging for more<br />But beware all you sailors fair<br />She could rip your heart out and leave it lying on the floor<br /><br /><br />Now Nell had a history of capturing hearts<br />She collected them by the score<br />She had left behind a sailor man and left him begging for more.<br />A smart and handsome man and an aspiring sailor was he<br />He had a lovely boat that would stay afloat<br />And he offered to take her to the sea,<br />He fell hard for Nell and said "I want you to be all mine"<br />But Nell couldnt be caught cause her heart was free<br />So she left him at the door<br />He was a broken man, a shell of a man, with his heart ripped to the core<br />Said Nell as she left "there are hearts to take and men to claim",<br />"I cant be tamed and kept in chains<br />I want to explore the seven seas...<br />One island at a time".<br /><br /><br />Another sailor bold from the land of the cold took Nell aboard as crew<br />He had sailed alone for many a year and to many a distant shore<br />But she charmed him right and after many a night he wanted to sail alone no more.<br />So beware you sailors fair, this can happen to you too<br />Dont tempt fate as it lies in wait disguised as a lovely belle<br />She just might be, the siren known as Adrift Nell.<br />Our Nell was a restlest spirit and difficult to tame<br />She moved on to sail some more upon the ocean vast and wide<br />There were places to see, things to do, and many more hearts to claim<br /><br /><br />She took a trip to the Caribbean to collect more hearts to her side<br />It was a fair day on the isle of Bequia when Nell walked into the bar<br />With a glance at skipper Dave, she thought, "I'm going to make this man my slave"<br />She flashed him a beautiful smile from afar<br />Without a fight, Dave's heart melted to the floor<br />With a "Cheers, Big Ears!" Nell sauntered to his table<br />"I have Bequia Dave and Carriacou Dave, I have Daves by the score,<br />I don't need any more."<br />"I'll set my sights for loftier heights.<br />I need to find a man who puts up a fight<br />When I am ready and able."<br /><br /><br />Now there was a handsome man and many a fair maid he had left behind<br />So Nell charmed him and teased him , and flattered him and squeezed him<br />Any any thoughts of other women left his mind<br />Not in a rush and with nair a blush Nell set about her job<br />And this poor mans heart just melted to a blob<br />Not content with just a heart Nell went on to the attack<br />She stripped him clean and even took the shirt right off his back.<br />But she treated him kind, took his heart and filed it away<br />"Because", said she, "you never know what life may bring"<br />"I may need a good honest man some day."<br /><br /><br />Her next victim was a lonely sailor bold<br />who sailed the seas far from home<br />He hiked and he biked and explored the land<br />but he was fated to sail the seas alone<br />With love in his heart he was out for a new start<br />He came courting the lovely Belle<br />But before they could connect and his dreams come true he ran into the captivating Nell<br />With a smile on her lips, she charmed him to bits, and that was the last thought of Belle.<br />Now off he went, with a broken heart totally stricken by lovely Nell<br />And for the rest of his life, he was racked with strife and destined to sail alone<br /><br /><br />Next in line was a Captain fine, with a boat both big and fair<br />He was a strong and handsome guy, but for Nell he had a yen<br />"Its true", said Nell, as she worked her art<br />"Size does matter in boats and men"<br />But she said goodby and broke his heart<br />And went back on the hunt again<br /><br /><br />Now here's a warning to you sailors,<br />If you walk into a bar<br />Should you spy a lovely dancing girl<br />Be sure to only look at her from afar.<br />If she has laughter on her lips and a lovely smile on her face<br />Just turn around and leave this dangerous place<br />She just might be the lovely Nell.<br />And if you hear her say "I'm not easy, I'm just reasonable", down your drink and dont be slow<br />Up your anchor and leave that place as fast as you can go<br />Because one look into her lovely eyes and a dance with that fair young maid<br />And you will be captured like the rest of us, so you better be afraid<br />Because the outcome of that dance is one we all know well<br />No man can resist the charms of the wonderful Adrift Nell<br /><br /><br />So if you be out sailing and you hear a woefull call<br />Let this be a warning to you sailors all<br />If you hear a haunting voice with a lilt from a lovely lady<br />and if the call is a sultry, "Oh Baby! Oh Baby! Oh Baby!",<br />Trim your jib and sheet the main and switch to the opposite tack<br />It is the lovely Adrift Nell and she wants your heart for a snack.<br />And if you run into a bunch of lsad and lonely and heartless young men<br />You will know that Adrift Nell is back on the hunt again<br /><br />You can see more of Nell and her adventures in her blog at <a href="http://adriftnelly.blogspot.com/">http://adriftnelly.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />Update<br />Nell went for a trip to Carriacou to visit Carriacou Dave and fell in love. She is now totally smitten and has retired from capturing the affections of any man in reach. So all us sailors can breath a sigh of relief and continue on our merry lives as we are safe from the spells of the sieren of the seven seas at least for a while.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-80990875874913532042008-03-12T08:51:00.001-07:002008-07-19T16:34:32.942-07:00The Heinekin RegattaNauticat at the Heinekin Regatta, march 2008<br /><br />Nauticat competed in the Heinekin Regatta in St Martin this year. We entered in the cruising multihull division which had a total of 11 entries. The competition was Rocketeer, a well sailed and very fast Atlantic 55 cat, a 2 time previous winner. Baradazog, an Outremer 55 and the fastest boat in the division. A very well sailed and prepared Nautitech 43 cat. A lagoon 57, a Lagoon 440 and a Lagoon 38 also competed. A moorings 43 was also chartered for the regatta and a Lavezi 40 . The smallest boat was a very nice open Geminga 28 cat that was very quick. We were the slowest boat and I had a decent rating, unlike last year where I owed time to 44 ft cats.<br />I had a crew of 6, Mike Nusbaum from Victoria, Dennie Toolan from St Croix, Isabelle Peloquin from Montreal, Anita McKinley from Seattle, and Edith Gelin from Parksville<br />The first race was a windward , leeward coarse starting in Simpson Bay and finishing in Philipsburgh. The winds were 20 to 25 k with gusts to 30k. We placed 6th in that race and were very happy with our finish. A lot better than last year when we finished last in every race.<br />The second day was a race from Simpson Bay around to Margot on the French side. The winds were 18 to 24k. It was a nice beat, a good run and a long beat up the French shore with a downwind finish. We did well on the last beat and managed to catch some of the faster boats and had a good finish. We placed 3rd in that race.<br />The 3rd day was from Marigot back to Simpson Bay. The winds were between 10 and 25k. After a good start, I over stood the layline to the windward mark and dropped from 5th to 8th place. The downwind leg was light and I rounded the leeward mark in 9th. However it was a nice beat up the Dutch shore and we short tacked on every headder and picked up a few more boats to finish 5th across the line and correct into 3rd place again. Anita wore herself out grinding the headsail but never complained and did a fabulous job. We finished the regatta in 3rd for our division, first going to the very well sailed Nautiteh 43 and 2nd to the very fast Outremer 55.<br />This was a very big improvement from last year where we were DFL for our division and the whole regatta. The boat was a lot faster and we sailed it smarter and better. Everyone had a good time and a lot of fun. Edith and Isabelle had never raced before so this was a new experience for them. The crew work was good as we had a few days of practise before the regatta.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8909808056031175466.post-14016945903964071392008-03-11T12:03:00.000-07:002008-03-16T09:03:50.272-07:00The Year of the RatzArrived safely at st martin where I stored the boat for the hurricane season only to find the boat a complete mess.<br />I was having a new motor installed in the port side but somehow Rats got into the boat while the work was being done. And they created a mess. the Rats have chewed everything in sight and set up home in my little boat. they have chewed up any paper and plastic and shit everywhere. there is no area left untouched. So i set to work and started to get rid of my unwanted crewmates. The first night I caught 3 but there is no such thing as 3 rats. There are more. and you catch the dumb and easy ones first.<br />so i have been swarmed by flies, eaten alive by mosquitoes, stung by wasps, and I am sleeping with rats instead of chicks.<br />Thank god this is paradise or i would be starting to worry. living on land in a boat is not fun. but i am getting immune to the mosquitoes now, and some of those WASP chicks are quite cute anyway.<br />had problems with the electrical system and just getting it functioning. no refrigeration for a while so no fresh food. just tuna surprise, sardine surprise, any surprise.<br />but now that the fridge is working, and with my sucess at ratting, i can have fresh food. tonight its ratachoi. always eat what you catch. after all i read james clavell and<br />have some good recipies. and if its good enough for alice cooper, who am i to turn it down. maybe my singing will improve.<br />everything else is going good. picking off the problems one at a time and making progress.<br />another week until launching and all should be good. the dingy is in the water and running so i have transportation.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Theres more than one way to skin a dead rat</strong><br /><br />Ah the pitter patter of little feet running across the deck at night. enough to wake you bolt upright from that wonderfull dream you were having. then you grab for the flashlight to try and find them.<br />and there they are, peering down at you with their beady little eyes from the hatch right above you.<br />were they planning to drop in? such are those lovely little skinny tailed caribbean squirrels.<br />now how do you get them off your boat. these ones were too smart for traps. peanut butter and good french cheese just wouldnt entice them to stick their scrawny little necks out for the guillitene.<br />sticky boards worked on the dumb ones. and you catch them alive so you can put them on other boats and watch the fun.<br />poison pellets works on some but then you have to track down the dead bodies tucked away in the smallest holes and you only find them by the smell. lots of fun those decomposing rats.<br />but what worked well for me was to seal up the boat tight and only leave one hatch open for them to escape. then put on a good ann murray or celine dion cd and in about 15 minutes they cant stand it any more.<br />I had ear plugs so i was alright. then when they pop their little heads up out of the hatch you slap shot them with your hockey stick.<br />they launch great. Dave bring down your sand wedge and we can golf them at other boats. maybe you will get a hatch in one.<br />or else you can skeet shoot them in the air if you get a good loft.<br />the ratting proceeds.<br />all is well in squirrel paradise. weather is good and boat work proceeding well if at a slow pace. have the little<br />blighters cornered in one area now. nothing fights like a cornered rat.<br />hope to launch mid next week.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>fair weather ratz</strong><br /><br />have launched the boat. it is now in the water. everything is great. life is wonderful. all is at peace with the world. except for the Ratz that are jumping ship.<br />Ratz desert a sinking ship dont they. are they telling me something. better check.<br />the last of the Ratz have left and the boat is now Ratz free. im going to miss those cuddly little creatures. they did keep me busy.<br />enclosed is a picture of the last two trophy Ratz just as they were leaving as they are off to a bigger boat. thats Isabella and Dianarah Ratzova, the two younger of the Ratzova sisters. you should have been down here Rob.<br />they like guys like you. but i prefer the older ones as you know. old like maryann and ginger but with a smoother complexion than your maryann and ginger. we will probably meet up with the Ratzovas again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>the king rat is all thats left</strong>.<br /><br />all the nasty little intruders have left and the real alfa rat triumphed over all the scurrying little pretenders. and i can create a bigger mess than any of those little ones.<br />spent the weekend in Grand Cass on the french side. BBQ ribs and veggies $8.00 and worth it.beer $1 and good and cold. got lots of work done. very windy though. had gusts up to 40 knots and from the north. wide open. my anchor is 35 lbs and 10:1 chain rode wouldnt hold. the anchor plowed a furrow about 100 ft long overnight.<br />had my shakedown sail today in 30 knots of wind. thank goodness it was down wind and a reach. hit 9 knots on the surfs with just a double reefed main. 7 - 8 knots steady on the reach with a double reefed main and a big reef in the headsail. the new autopilot works well so i am happy. almost all is well. still some electrical problems to sort out.<br />my first guest arrives on thursday and all should be ready. looking forward to the company and finishing the majority of my boat work. the swimming is great and the water warm as always. now at simpson bay.<br />the folding props help with the boat speed. sails faster in light and heavy winds. we will be more competative for the heinekin regatta. or else we can carry more beer on board. havent got rid of any weight yet but am getting ready for it .<br />can still get rid of 2000 lbs for race mode.baggingrayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584081506354137103noreply@blogger.com0