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| entry created: Tuesday 8 April 2003, 9:49am (NZ time) | |
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| Location: Mail Centre, Palapa Marina, Sint Maarten, Netherland Antilles |
| Local time: 5:50pm |
| Music: Crazy spanish stuff on the local (crap) radio station |
So it's happening now. Harraah. On Sunday (I think) I'm sailing off to Mallorca (or its capital, Palma de Mallorca, to be precise) - one of the Belearic islands off the coast of Spain (a quick ferry ride to Ibiza, so I'm gonna have to check that out too). I'm gonna be a deckhand on 'Beaugeste' (French for 'gracious gesture'?)'- a 122ft private sailboat. For 5 hours on Saturday and all day today, I've been working on 'Constanter', a 62' Swan racing boat, stripping it down readying it for racing. I went up the 26m mast today in the Bosun's chair FIVE times - my God, what an experience dangling from the top of the mast on a single line. I had to remove the existing forestay, take that down and replace it with a lightweight one, which required spanners, hammers, pliers, the works. What a mish, but a great view at the top. The wind sure knocks you around up there. And for some reason I'm proud of this achievement. I'll be working on this boat until I leave for Europe on Sunday. Been going out every night, networking, meeting people, drinking too many $1 beers etc. And I am now sporting a nice tan, so haraah to that as well. I have overcome my initial lonliness, and am now actually enjoying living in the apartment - I realised the other day that it's the first time I've ever really lived by myself. Last night was a huge tropical storm, with 50 knot winds and lots of rain. Scorching today though (too hot I say). I'm beat - working in this bloody sun, doing this laborious work is really draining. Sorry, can't upload pics yet, but I have plenty. Will try soon at JP & Lorna's. And argh, this shitty setup here won't let me log in to check my mail. Well another time. My foot is absolutely excruciating at the moment. It's very inflamed, and I can see dark red blood vessels. Looks like a lotta sunburn, but it's not. I have to limp home and plaster it in Arnica cream. I hope it's better for work tomorrow. Started my 10th song last night... Okay, gotta go home and shower and put this bloody hoof of mine up. Love yers all. |
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