Soon it was time to go and we sadly loaded ourselves back into the boats for the trip back to shore. This time, it was a race, not just against each other, but against time itself. As usual, our return to land was later than planned and the sun was setting. Who wants to be in a wooden canoe, doing 25 knots in the pitch black. Hands up! No-one? Great, gun that engine my man and don’t spare the horses.
By now, Sweetness was happy wearing the latest fashion item
The race to beat each other.
The race to beat the sun.
We stopped again on the way home, for spicy shrimps and prawns and a soup that was to die for. Perfect!!!
And really, for us two, that was it. We sang, laughed and chatted our way back to Negril like kids who had just been to see Santa on a school trip. Much more beer was drunk, a few more sandwiches shared and tired heads rested.
Brasi, who was with us every step of the day, finally announced he was feeling much better and was ready to party……….good on you my son, you did more than I could have done that day.
We were dropped at Idle Awhile around 9 and the bus rumbled into the distance.
What to say about the whole thing.
I can’t remember laughing and smiling for so many hours at one go.
It was what a day out with friends should be.
It should be made into a movie.
We’re both so glad we’d been there.
