DAY 10, 2017-01-24, Tue
294 words, 3 hours
Catamaran Sea-Trip
After brunch on a pleasant sunny morning, we kicked off the trip to the music Uptown Funk played by Captain What’s-the-name.
At Uptown Funk (or caffeine overdose), I was all bouncy and kicking when the boat ran pumping into the middle of open water, at the order of Mr. Captain-slash-DJ.This trip was gonna be all blue sky and green ocean, sleek bikinis and proper tequila.
I'd had my share of sea tours, in Hong Kong, Macao, Xiamen and Shenzhen. But this, was on a Catamaran, a small white-and-blue Caribbean sailboat, which is pretty much two boats fastened together.
Soon it got scorching. But before I could finish rubbing a second layer of sun cream, it went cloudy and started drizzling. Exited at the gilded grey dashed with red and white at the far end of sky, I whipped out my iPhone and started shooting, with no idea what was coming up.
The meek drizzle amassed into angry shower and managed its way through the canvas above our head. I was soaked and couldn't squeeze in as I skirted around the bundles of tourists who were united under one patched roof.
It never rains but pours, and blows.The wind could dry my T-shirt faster, I laughed at myself, trembling uncontrollably, and barely weathered the rest one hour of the water way. At the beach side we finally arrived at the arranged restaurant where we could have lobster lunch and order cocktail at an open bar.
After two shots of hot water, I pulled myself together and, still in awe of the atrocious cold, I decided to observe the beauty of the green sea on its side, not in it.
After a fire-and-ice and two-season-in-one-day tour, the most torturing part stayed in my memory, more firmly than other instagramable but routine episodes in a day-trip, and fermented into the fun repertoire of Moment-of-the-Year.
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